I’m not clowning around right now: it fucking kills, all this nonsense. people go down so hard. riding bikes — that’s the way to be Continue reading It does really hurt.
Friday night. Pops in town. The Hawklet sleeps, as does her Momma. They all went to bed exhausted after hours of me telling stories of Continue reading How to hook it up.
I’ve said it before (this always predicates me saying “I’ll say it again.”) and I’ll say it again: he is not a mesh hat. he Continue reading Von Yes.
pro sports is my game. i eat the wins. i kill the poor. the losers are toilet paper. the fans scream. the winner is me. Continue reading what is next for whom?
it’s weekend as fuck over here. time to get cracking. never pick up hitch hikers. DO pick up beer. and while you’re at it, pick Continue reading You had me at beer.
there was a little comment somewhere down there by the maestro, jonny. “fucktard,” it said. seems like not too long ago, there was a contingency Continue reading pool riding, burnsiding, powersliding and straight hiding.
They might make you look like a shamelessly lazy fat pig, but these things are great for catching up with the ice-cream truck. Thanks, Continue reading Go Eat Yourself.
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i rode this big jerk of a bicycle up a big jerk of a hill today. it’s metal as fuck and weighs in just shy of Continue reading when the going gets tuff, me too.
i can go off the SSRI’s and get on some PED’s. take it to the streets, player. thanks to this dude, i am cracking Continue reading thanks to this….
Just a friendly note to my co-workers via email. passive aggressive, i know. fuck it. it’s work. i can act how i want? right? hey Continue reading Regarding the Kitchen Area…
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