Billy Penn is a fat quaker bastard. For real. Fuck him. Philly now pegged at one hundred seasons and zero championships. Since 1983.
At least I’m not using the seat belt to hold the beer while my kid crawls around in the foot well of my car. No, I’m a class act. I leave ’em home with Mom and ride my bike to get beer.
Actually, that isn’t entirely true. Sometimes I pick up beer when I get the groceries on Sunday.
But I can say I’m not wasting my time trying to run across the tops of a bunch of portable shitboxs.
Subject: Running of the Urinals
This one’s right up the DC alley. Apparently, this is as big or bigger than the horserace where it takes place (The Preakness). Found this while clicking through SI’s Hot Clicks today and had to pass it on. I’m sure there’s plenty more of this on You Tube. Enjoy.
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be running across the tops of any porta-potties like that. But I’m damn sure I’d be throwing cans like a mother fucker.
Bring it down like rain.
Now, if you want to carry beer, do it like my girl Lopo. She’s 100% class.
Friday, I just decided to run a bunch of errands. I hooked up the BOB and went to it. First to grab dog food. Then to the store. I paid off some co-workers with beer as thanks for working my shifts this week. I found that I can carry 2 twenty-four packs of PBR and 1 twenty-four pack of Ranier in the BOB without any problem. The Surly stayed stiff and didn’t really flex much. Surly. What a great name.
More in the “good time video” category to follow. This one is 100% nuts. Someone has a lot of time on their hands: Spray paint the walls.
This man gets it, has got it, might even share it if you ask ’em nice:
I’ve likened riding a bike to a psychedelic experience, lactic acid and calcium leaks instead of strict 9, because your senses sharpen and you take in so much more of your surroundings. The most mundane route by car becomes a hyper-sensory experience on a bike. You have cars to negotiate, sewer drains to watch for (if the grates run parallel to your route, watch out!), gravel and glass, not to mention pedestrians or unleashed dogs. The most gratifying part of the experience is how the most frustrating and stressful part of the day becomes a release.
…All of these experiences, I submit, are superior to whatever effects you may get from drug use. Read the rest here: americancrackpot.blogspot.com
Yeah. These two saw something a bit different.
And so it goes…
Cops in Philly tune up a couple of guys. Good times.
Four police officers who were caught on video beating three suspects in a drug-related triple shooting will be fired, Police Commissioner Charles H. Ramsey said Monday.
Three other officers have been suspended, Commissioner Ramsey said at a news conference, and one officer has been demoted.
The disciplinary action follows a two-week investigation of the May 5 beating, filmed by a television news helicopter, in which the three men were dragged from their car and then kicked and punched by as many as 15 officers in the Hunting Park section of North Philadelphia.
…D. Scott Perrine, a lawyer for one of the men, Pete Hopkins, 19, said the disciplinary action “falls far short” of the appropriate response, which he said should be criminal charges of aggravated assault for the officers involved.
“The only reason these people are not in handcuffs is because they are police officers,” Mr. Perrine said. “They behaved like a pack of wild animals.” Read the rest: nytimes.com
It’ll make you crazy if you let it. Kinda like this next one:
Subject: You couldn’t make this s**t up……
Don’t know if you’ve followed this story about the Formula One chief, but it keeps getting better…….and not even Le Carre could come up with this twist…….
Following it, no. But I heard about it all right. You gotta love it when a 67 year old man has both the means and the stamina to get tied up and beat down by five hookers.
I tip my hat to you sir, you are both a gentleman and a scholar.by