I don’t know what to make of this, but you should skim it over and emit a little tiny evil chuckle. Seems Ol’ Greggy (aka, Shotgun) is taking Continue reading The Badger is Dead. Here comes Shotgun.
look — it’s not like i’m not grateful for the opportunity to be doing some shit for money. all bunch of fools are hard up Continue reading Another day, another spike in my fucking eye.
Or don’t. Today marks 10 months of “don’t” for me. Suffices to say I think I’m over it. Used to LOVE the Marlboro Reds. They Continue reading Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
Not to make light of anything said here in the past day or two, but goddammit if this whole VDB thing isn’t just bugging the Continue reading It just keeps sucking.
we will all be broken by the world. my ride looks like this: keep it extreme, buttlicks. by
babies and hangovers: they go together like jihad and a plane ticket. conceptually, they are best of friends. just ask this dude: i think Continue reading sunday. lick it.
the gaze of an eagle fixed upon the one hill in indiana — it must be right behind the camera. the hair: a taught burl Continue reading WHAT.
I sit here a few hours away from getting on the highway to go build some bicycles for the Americans. I’m back in the Circle Continue reading And we’ll all have gold-plated toilet seats when we get to America.
it’s been a long fucking time, hambres. big kitchen up in college again. probably reading books like this. snakehawk ‘s summer been busy as hell. Continue reading old habits die young?
Shit. Aren’t they all, though? by