I’ve been wanting a talented artist to draw me a picture of a pig using a giant piece of bacon to fight a chicken yielding a giant hot wing.  Luckily, Eric McHenry hooked it up.  Can’t wait to frame this original and hang it on the wall.  

Thanks, ttusk.

Erica and I are going to go do our best Dumb and Dumber impression in Aspen. I make commercial.

On the last day of the best trip ever in Oahu, Sarah and I walked down to the sand in front of the Loulu Estate at 8:45am and whipped up this little diddy first try.

Thanks to everyone who made this trip possible. It was a blast from end to end for 1,000 different reasons.

I’ve wanted to nail a watch to this sign in my alley for about a year. Nailed it.

I had probably the most embarrassing failed actor career possible. Some of the movies and commercials I had to do were pretty embarrassing but this one takes the cake! A rollerblader!? Worst role I could get.

Throughout the audition process everything said “skate” not rollerblade. Even at the audition the director said, “So you can skate right?” It wasn’t until they asked me to bring my rollerblades to a test shoot that we realized the miscommunication. I borrowed a friends that were 6 sizes too small and tried. I sucked. A guy at the advertising agency even said, “This guy can’t rollerblade!” and walked back inside angrily. Icing on the cake? They buzzed my head and I looked like a 14 year old for awhile. I was a 21 year old skateboarder who looked like a 14 year old rollerblader on national television. Rad. The clip cuts to a real rollerblader eating shit. I just had to do the mad dash.

And for the record, I do not regret any of it. I learned a lot and it paid real well. Now, let’s all have a little laugh at my expense.

I’m very proud to say I shot and edited this little number promoting a Skate Mental contest. The incredibly talented Erica Yary dropped by Brad’s to conduct a little interview, but as you’ll see, Brad Staba does as Brad Staba does.

Watch, laugh, buy Skate Mental, enter the contest.

Fontana di Trevi, Roma, Italia

Erik Bragg as Ghostbuster Winston Zeddemore. 2nd place in kindergarten Halloween contest. 1989.

I wanted to be a Ghostbuster for Halloween when I was in kindergarten, but I wore my Ghostbuster sweats to bed and played with my Proton Pack all the time.  So how could I still make it special and be a Ghostbuster? I could be Winston Zeddemore, the black one!

Apparently, to my mom and I, this was as easy as rubbing black shoe polish on my face, puckering my lips to make them bigger, and putting on some fucked up Edward Scissorhands wig.  I don’t get it because Winston had a shaved head and I wasn’t even close to matching the skin tone.  What a terrible costume.

Sorry for the shitty costume, Ernie Hudson. I was only 5.

It’s in my blood.  This is a photo of my mom killing it in the 70′s.  Look how far she’s hanging off the board!  That’s gnarly.  I’m so psyched she had this timeless and epic photo.  Thanks for everything, Mom! Happy Mother’s Day.

I wanted to put my legs over the branch and do one of those possum flips off. Cherry drop or some shit. Didn’t work out. Ouch.

Due to the incredibly popular Game Time episode of Boob Alphabet, I’ve decided to start a new one: Dick Alphabet. Go ahead and get started perverts.

Comment with the best boob-slang term for each letter in the alphabet.

We’ll put the best ones in the Official Boob Alphabet.  We’ll replace the shitty ones with the best comments.  Go!

I left for Australia a couple weeks ago to film a part with Corbin Harris and this place is beautiful.  I’ve been more than spoiled by Corbin’s balcony view of the Sydney Harbor, Harbor Bridge, Opera House and downtown skyline.  From there we flew to Gold Coast and had another insane view from the apartment we stayed at in Coolangatta, Queensland.  I know it’s pretty budget, but the Pano iPhone app is pretty fun.  I should probably take the real camera out of my backpack and stitch them when I get home but shut up.

I’m making up games now.

Comment with the best boob-slang term for each letter in the alphabet.

We’ll put the best ones in the Official Boob Alphabet.  We’ll replace the shitty ones with the best comments.  Go!

God, this shit is dumb.

This is what happens when a couple of stupid ass dudes don’t have shit to do on a Wednesday.  They form a sketch comedy trio, Me, Matt & Marque,  that’s sure to get dozens of views on the Internet and fade away soon there after.  We already filmed our next skit.  I’ll upload it Monday if you guys think this stupid ass shit is funny.

Fuck it!  I’m back.  I’m going to start doing this shit again.  Comin’ in hot with BFF Erica Yary shotgunning a beer on a plane in ’06 or something.  I don’t believe I know anyone else who has pulled this off.  Anyone else shotgun on a plane?  PROVE IT, FOOL.