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Blessed be MY name.

My friends said they’d never accept it. My friends were wrong.

It's the little things.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,



Many moons ago.

On Christmas Eve, we realized many things had changed about us over the years.

But not everything.

Many minutes ago.

She’s always has my back,


Tiggins shot this photo of Meatshake on Sunday, October 29th, 2017.

Grey still calls out to her,


…for sending me this photo from near her place in Phoenix, Arizona!

Thanks, Wendy!

Also, thanks for your support, Wendy.

I do something Shady every single day,


with our good friends Emily, Rebecca, and Harry.

Two weeks ago, on February 17th, we jumped in Ireland with our friend Kelsey… and with Grey strapped to my chest.

The 2017 jump photo at O'Brien's Tower at the Cliffs of Moher.

Specifically, this was shot in front of O’Brien’s Tower at the Cliffs of Moher (AKA The Cliffs of Insanity from The Princess Bride) in County Clare.

Sadly, we forgot to jump in London.

Guess we’ll just have to go back,


February 19th, 2017: Katherine Bryja Shady

February 19th, 2017: Justin Shady

February 19th, 2017: Grey Danger Shady

February 19th, 2017: Mr. Fabulous

February 19th, 2017: Meatshake

February 19th, 2017: Heisenberg

Three-hundred and sixty-five days later.

Again, we’re doing something like this.

Seven years worth… and another one next year,


PS: Here’s what the big picture looks like.

…on December 28th, 2015.

Mr. Dumpulous

When I posted the pic to Facebook a good friend of ours named Greg commented: “This is the most artistic picture of a dog taking a crap I’ve ever seen.”

A couple months later, I sent Greg and Mana (who is Greg’s new wife) a copy of the photo as a wedding gift.

A few weeks ago, Greg sent me this photo:

Fuck the Louvre! My art is hanging in Mana and Greg's bathroom!

That’s right, my photo of Mr. Fabulous taking a dump is now framed and hanging in their bathroom. Greg and Mana can now enjoy this beautiful image for all eternity… or at least every time they take a dump.

I’m honored to have art hanging anywhere in your house, guys, especially in such an important room.

I’m a shartist,


February 19th, 2016: Katherine Bryja

February 19th, 2016: Justin Shady
February 19th, 2016: Grey Danger Shady

February 19th, 2016: Mr. Fabulous

February 19th, 2016: Meatshake

February 19th, 2016: Heisenberg
Three-hundred and sixty-five days later.

Again, we’re doing something like this.

Six years worth… and now with a new member,


…KB and I were in Istanbul with some friends.

Every time we visit a new city/country we take a “jumping” photo. But when you’re dealing with five people (and a camera on a timer) it takes some time to get everyone synced up.

These were taken in the courtyard between the Yeni Cami (New Mosque) and the Mısır Çarşısı (Spice Bazaar).

Harry and I got the hang of it pretty quickly…

Our first attempt at an Istanbul jump!

…only to lose it immediately thereafter. This photo also makes it look like KB is kicking Rebecca in the ass.

Our second attempt at an Istanbul jump!

This one is just a total fail.

Our third attempt at an Istanbul jump!

As is this one, save for KB who looks amazing.

Our fourth attempt at an Istanbul jump!

Rebecca looks like she’s throwing in an old “SIEG HEIL!” salute on this one. Also, the guy staring at us there on the right is amazing.

Our fifth attempt at an Istanbul jump!

Girls: 3, Boys: 0.

Our sixth attempt at an Istanbul jump!

Girls: 0, Boys: 2.

Our seventh attempt at an Istanbul jump!

So close… but not really.

Our eighth attempt at an Istanbul jump!

Finally! Five people all in the air at once! About damn time.

Finally! Success!

And it only took us… forever.

Hoping to jump in London and Havana later this year,


KB and her mystery man!

The scariest part? When I showed it to KB, she said, “Wow. Who is that guy I’m with?” And she was 100% serious; she wasn’t kidding in the least.

KB has no idea who this guy, in this clearly staged photo, is. No shit.

All of this begs the question: What will she say about our wedding photos twenty years from now?

Doomed to become a mystery man,