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

5 thoughts on “11:15 pm the night before a bike race . . .

  1. One time we were whitewater canoeing and stopped on a sandbar to shotgun some beers and about 1/4 mile down the river we stuffed the boat into a snag and our cooler floated away.

  2. “One time we were whitewater canoeing and stopped on a sandbar to shotgun some beers and about 1/4 mile down the river we stuffed the boat into a snag and our cooler floated away.”

    Oh, the horror. The horror.

  3. One time we were shotgunning a beer and we stopped on a beer to shotgun a beer and about 1/4 beer down the beer we stuffed the beer into a beer and our beer beered down our throats.

    DC, summer of 98, represent.

  4. Colonel— heh heh, I believe it was the Skagit River, so it was kinda like Joseph Conrad’s _Heart_of_Darkness_ (upon which Apocalypse Now was based).

    And if you want a book that will get inside your head and really start fucking things up, re-read _Lord_Jim_.