Brudders! This is Mr.FallingTree, your Mook Life Shaman. The South: home of that demon trap and all things trippy, mane. An area we have yet to explore and document… a true goldmine of mookness. The journey begins in the Lone Star State and would have any true Mook feeling right at home, like strolling on …Read More

My camping game? Top notch! My Magic Mushroom game? Top Notch! Yeah no question I’m living on the edge. The purpose of going into the wild was not to escape the noise and the urban chaos but rather to avoid the cops in order to do lots of drugs and make as much noise as I want. Well it’s the same thing with Snowshoeing, I don’t practice the craft for athletic purposes. I simply apply the snow shoes in order to increase my sensations while I’m tripping on a 3.5 of Magic Mushrooms in the middle of the winter.

When I think of Vegas, I can’t help but have cliché visions of extravagant hotels covered in intricate neon lights, gigantic, lavish casinos filled with overweight Americans, old folks glued to slot machines, corny tourists, cologne-drenched ballers and hookers with fake body parts. Vegas is where people go to get married by Elvis on a …Read More

Did you ever ask yourself if you are an Alcoholic? The question is, do you drink when you are by yourself? Well, I sure do. Drinking at home or abroad…it’s sumthing we all do. I know that I’m not the only one doing so, I just happen to own hardbody evidence of my international alcoholism. I’m maintaining from early morning to late night. I’m a rock star and I carry my good habits everywhere I stomp grounds.This next post is dedicated to the Art of getting drunk.

Word Life, the sequel of the Sleeping in Public discipline is finally here. This is my department; let me invite yall to my office for a hot minute. I have many years of hard body experience in the game so it’s only right that break down my knowledge in full force with this sequel. We here to enlighten the Sleeping in Public discipline, heavenly felt from the bottom of my heart. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is: The Art of Sleeping in Public Part 2.

Throughout the many travels of my fast-paced existence, I’ve come to notice that the Mook-Life state of mind is not something that is limited to my hometown. Montreal is a definite breeding ground for mookness, but every new city I set foot in has given me a sense of familiarity when it comes to the …Read More

Understand, the Philly style is a local craft that can only be learned in Philadelphia and if you did not grow up there, your bitch ass will never be able to apply that rich craft. The Philly style is more than just a stretched out tag with arrows, stars, peace signs, smiley faces and crowns, it’s a unique uniform font. Normal human beings see the Philly tags as nasty scribbles while the native Philadelphian writers see them as an outstanding masterpiece. It’s like they say, If it ain’t got that whip, it ain’t worth shit!

Philadelphia, Norf Filty what’s really hood? Word up, Shouts to Philly and all of PA, I see yall! No question, we out here, once again stomping new grounds, yall can’t fuck with the approach. Instead of visiting trendy areas of Manhattan and Brooklyn like most of you filthy tourists do, Javier and I are drinking fortees in the streets of North Philly. Word life, the potential streets of Philly should never be under estimated. In a city about the same size of Montreal, you can already imagine how mooked out these holly soils can be.

My Camping Game top notch. Yes my world of Camping. This is Mook-Life baby! What did you expect? We got drunk people on board, lots of noise, crazy stunts, fire works, BBQ’s in full effect, fish, olives, aubergines, LSD, ecstasy, magic mushrooms, speakers with extra batteries, knives and axes, camping chairs and hammocks, flash lights, coolers and ice packs filled with outstanding amounts of beer.

What kind of tourist are you?. Do you travel to paint? Do you travel to take flicks of yourself beside tourist attractions? Do you travel to relax or to party? Are you one of those tourists that hangs out at the hostel with other tourists? Are you one of them mooks that travels to cheat on their girlfriend with …Read More

Now I came across all kinds of mooks during my trip in Venezuela. I done seen all sorts of beautiful faces, from the hottest Milfs in town to the filthiest bums in the slums, the people watching scene in Venezuela is totally fascinating and probably more spectacular than its bird watching scene. I had to dedicate a whole post to the local peeps. Word life, over here at Mook-Life.com, we love people watching, so today I give you: The Beautiful People of Venezuela.

Venezuela is the second most important exporter of Cocaine in the world after Colombia. Its home to some of the most spectacular landscapes on earth. The outstanding number of MILFS roaming the streets is completely breathtaking. Just in Caracas you can find some of the dopest graffiti in all of Latin America. The unsafe streets keeps the tourists away, making this country one the most top notch destinations on Earth! I dealt with 4 weeks of massive hard body chilling, constantly generating powerful stunts, applying efficient mook manners and non-stop drinking sessions from morning till night, all day eerrrrrrday!

Our man Sewk hit Puerto Rico with Zeck Scan and Senck for a spraycation trip to kick off the New Year. His full report after the jump:

“Y’all know how it goes for us northern folks, the new year is usually not only a synonym of party and drinkin’, its also the minus twenties and the snowstorms. We decided to throw the New Year after-party of 2011 in a little more comfort, and headed out to Puerto Rico for some serious mooked-out spraycation.”

Like Killa EF says, fuck an all inclusive Cuba trip where all you see is a hotel room and a pool. I’m an ignant motherfucker, I want an all inclusive Mook Life trip where all you do is drink, cause trouble and visit the back seat of a cop car. One year later, I’m following in EF’s footsteps with Costa Rica Hooligan Holidays part 2.

I’m never really impressed when I’m checking out your facebook pics of your recent trips to Cuba. You god damn tourists don’t know shit about traveling. Drinkin’ in broad daylight always been my thing and I do it in the local streets with the loco peeps, ayo check it, this next post is dedicated to all the mooks out there getting their travel on, constantly pushing the limits with their mookish ways and dirty habits from back home. This is how i did it in Costa Rica.