The End Of An Erik.

We know that this blog has taken a terrible hiatus, but nobody really reads it, so f-u all non-readers. Because we will begin this post with the only way we can: even more sadie pictures.


It’s like the train that just never comes in late.


Next we dabble in a few different things. Like the fact that The Mill sent our producers their very own bikini.


Thanks Mill folk.


Then we will go through a certain PS oddities. Like when everybody wore green.


Or when Sarra and Zarina matched.


Or the day we all went Red.


Which brings to yet another sad event. Why are we all on the roof?


Why are the beers out in full force?


And what’s in the blue bag?


Well, its Erik’s going away fete. Yes, he is off to the greener pastures of documentary assisting, a slower pace, but less free food.


And we even got him a gift.


Just so he wouldn’t be late again.


Jenna ended the party with a pair of these.


And marlin showed off his baby-puked shirt.


Oh Erik. Don’t be sad.


But don’t playa hate either. (especially when you put your tongue on the wrong side of the cheek).


It was cool while it lasted.


But show us how you really feel.


“There he goes… one of God’s prototypes. A being so unique, it was never meant for mass production.”