The Badger is Dead. Here comes Shotgun.
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.
Author Archives: Snake Hawk
Another day, another spike in my fucking eye.
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.
get your wednesday on.
Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
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.
It just keeps sucking.
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.
If I May…..
we will all be broken by the world. my ride looks like this: keep it extreme, buttlicks.
sunday. lick it.
Sundays and hangovers: they go together like jihad and a plane ticket. conceptually, they are best of friends. just ask this dude: i think i Continue reading sunday. lick it.
WHAT.
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.
And we’ll all have gold-plated toilet seats when we get to America.
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.
Daddy’s a Liar!
Shit. Aren’t they all, though?
Caption This
Up Yours’.
May your weekend be full of escapism, denial, moral conflict, and dependencies.