Pour Some Sugar on Me

For 188 weeks now the Metal Gods have wreaked havoc on Salt Lake City. While we were all greatly disappointed that Jeff Leppard couldn't be there, Nigel, Vikkie Trixx, Ginger Rocks, and Max Steele--or whoever it was playing drums--kept the show rocking. Hard.

Marcus, Katie, and Caroline show us what Metal is all about: hard rocking and totally hot chicks.

Tiff showed up to show us all how to rock like a true Metal God.

Caroline may not have bangs to heaven or be wearing ass-tight black jeans with white high-tops, but let no one ever say that she doesn't rock.

I think we have the beginnings of a metal band to destroy all others. Now we just need to learn to sing and wail on the electrical rock music guitar.

Whisker burn

My first act in declaration of my independence from the BYU is, as you can clearly see, watching tv and goofing around all day. My second act is to grow a sweet-A beard. Finally, Brigham and I are brothers in beards.

Poolside Reading

After a quick trip to the D.I., Marcus and I found almost everything we could have hoped for in a summer reading list. Action, adventure, mystery, enlightenment, pockets full of knowledge and so much more. There's only one thing missing. Does anyone know where we can find some good choose-your-own-adventure books?

Save the Boobies!

The caption for this photo is as follows: "Billy the Goat, mascot of the Royal Regiment of Welsh Fusiliers, walks with his handlers next to the bra chain"
In an attempt to both raise awareness for breast cancer and to gain entry into the Guiness Book of World Records, activists in Cyprus made a chain of 114,000 bras. Nothing says "Cure Cancer" quite like strapping bras together. And then having a billy goat walk next to them.
Are there really people out there that think boobs aren't getting enough attention? 'Cause I'm really trying to do my part on this one, but I just don't know how much more of my attention I can devote to them. They already occupy most of my thoughts, how much more do these people want?