So, this year we went back to jail. There for three and a half weeks. Sorry for the lack of posting… Guess Greg got lucky being out of town!
Soooo, there have been a lot of questions about the trails this year about if and when they run. There have been some serious issues regarding the trails this year like rain, lack of motivation, lack of clay….. Well, i will be the first to tell you that the few people who dig out there have been working hard and putting an effort forth to raise the money needed to keep the place running. Ebay auctions, tee shirts, events. So, people might wonder… what did the money really do to improve upon “the casselberry trails”? I’ll tell you, the money didn’t go toward new shovels, it didn’t go toward a wheelbarrow, it didn’t even go toward clay. This year Joey and Mike spent the raised trails money on the pictured above trained falcon. Trained to ravage and peck the eyes of any bullshitter to show up to 71n. NO DIG NO RIDE? no no, you are mistaken. no dig, no eyes. No more bullshit here! Cottle and Juaristi dont fuck around
We’ve got a new bunkhouse temporarily stationed in the side yard, and with the Catalina on the other side, I guess this makes our home some sort of camper-sandwich.
There’s nothing better than camping out in your yard when you’re a little kid. The same can’t be said for waking up in your yard after a long night of getting shitty. Almost made it, brother.
At our age, it’s pretty obvious that physical attractiveness is one of the main factors that a girl notices when she’s looking to get smashed. Most guys that lack in the beauty department also lack in the number of notches on their bedpost. But there’s always exceptions to any rule, and here they are. These two have got more notches than they have warts on their sack. Such true romantics.
We, over here at the office, are lucky enough to have supportive friends like our buddy, west-coast resident; Fat T, who recently put together a short for us after reminiscing about some of his past excursions to, ahem, the office. (and also recalling the first time he heard the phrase ‘Dump ‘em out!’) Take a look. (more…)