About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

2 thoughts on “The Squealer cometh

  1. I’m awful tempted to jump a flight back to the ‘nix for this. If just only to make up for how I got my ass handed to me last year. Third or fourth last overall, I like to use the excuse that I was sick and sleep free, while true, really I’m just slow. I think Sadcow pushing me up the hills on San Juan Rd is the only reason I made it back to Spokes.

  2. This year, when I find my egg, I think I’ll try to swallow it whole and shit it out later. That’s prolly the only way it has a chance of surviving the course. Drinking rocks ass.