Can it be the 4th of July every weekend? God, I love this country. Things I dislike: the girl that kept repeating the same sentence in Italian like she spoke the language, Todd’s many many wardrobe changes, the girl that was trying to learn how to twirl a flaming baton (actually, that was hysterical! babe, a little aloe will heal that right up); warm champagne in the morning, Gibby getting pummeled, DMat falling down the stairs, (twice), how quickly the fog machines broke, Joey’s snoring aka sucking the oxygen out of the atmosphere like it was a fire from Backdraft, my sandpaper pillow, not eating for 36 hours, drug dealers, etc. Things I like: DMat’s sister waving to everyone from the ambulance, Joey trying to snowshoe down the stairs and breaking his wrist which he didn’t realize was broken until 3 days later when all the pot, vicodin, and booze were out of his system, pirates and pinatas, Wet Woody’s at Reva’s, Boris doing the Caveman, Brad thinking it was me who got pummeled (pa-shaw) and screaming “Jooooon!! What are you dooooing!?,” Ronhaar’s sunburn, Patron, Ronhaar’s sunburn again, Tahoe sunsets, wakeboarding Tahoe at 7 am on perfect beautiful water, and of course, all of my best friends under one amazing 6000 sq. ft. lake front roof. So seriously, next weekend…?
I watched Gran Torino the other night with a chinese girl. I laughed a lot at the racial slurs. I’m not sure if we’re still friends. Does this make me a bad person?
This is a friend of mine, his name is Maurice (Mo) Townsell. He’s from Reno, he’s actually a really nice guy, and he’s straight. This is him with Marisa Miller. I now hate him with the passion of 1000 burning suns. I bet she smelled like sunshine and puppies. I would sacrifice my entire modeling career (stay with me…) for a boob grab. Is that creepy? Well I guess I shouldn’t continue with I would also cut off a lock of her hair and run like the wind. No one would be able to catch me. He’s a freak of nature. He’s the fastest kid alive.
Seriously, 3 oz. in a clear plastic baggie is our all-encompassing security plan against people bringing bombs onto a plane?? What if I kept a respectable 5 oz. bottle of liquid and/or cream in my pocket? Say, for example, I forgot to put my Dolce & Gabbana cologne in my luggage? And now it currently resides safely in my pocket as I walk through the metal detector. I mean, I just cracked our nation’s airport security because I don’t want to smell like strippers and body glitter in Vegas? This seems ridiculously easy. Is there no round-robin at the NSA when discussing this? Also, dear NSA, if you’re reading this, my name is Todd O’gara.
I live a pretty good life…
Honestly, one of the most beautiful lakes in the world…aka my backyard….
GPOYW-I’m goin, goin, back, back to Cali, Cali-Edition. 4th of July, Tahoe lake house, 20 of my best friends, a case of patron, a case of Dom, and not quite enough room for any dignity. Joey and Boris are flying from New York…so we basically are just forfeiting the deposit. This is going to be one fo the best 4th of July’s ever. I’m going to attack my liver like its 18th-century Britain and tomorrow is Christmas Day…Cheers!
