There was no period last month, so this months is a accumulation of the excess photos from December and January. So watch it and laugh. Peace and pussy.
Archive for January, 2010
The bar: last-ditch resort for weekend satisfaction.
Friday, January 29th, 2010
Bars are not for Friday nights. Parties are for Friday nights, at houses. But boredom is a powerful force and sometimes it takes charge. (more…)
New buttons: available soon.
Thursday, January 28th, 2010
Uni: nothing good comes of this prefix.
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010
Typically, the best time to ride a unicycle is after ten shots of whiskey and a thirty minute nap. That’s just an opinion though.
Frontside brewpass: share the wealth.
Sunday, January 24th, 2010
You are witnessing the most sickening doubles trick possible on a backyard mini. The frontside brew-pass. (more…)
Hangin out: looking like a mt. Vesuvius victim.
Thursday, January 21st, 2010
It’s the time of the year when our house transforms into a bed and breakfast for all the birdies flying south. We’ve got a flocks in from all over this week: New York, Missouri, Pennsylvania, Virginia, California. Fellers from out of town sometimes get over-excited by their new environment and end up like this. You could label subjects like him as unable to hang, but I’d say he’s hangin’ about as hard as possible.
water head, square wheel
Thursday, January 21st, 2010
So, Colt Fake came into the shop today to have me de-square his wheel. Unfortunately that is impossible. I cant imagine what could have caused such an abnormality in his wheel but im sure it was some big shit. Colt is out with the Banned crew in Tallahassee terrorizing the local college faggots. Hope you guys have a good time.
Soap and water: the only cure for stinkneck.
Thursday, January 21st, 2010
Hot tubs: extra hot style.
Saturday, January 16th, 2010
We burn things. Someone last night told me that there’s probably a hole in the ozone layer above our fire pit. On the contrary, burning is a reasonable alternative to contributing to the country’s overflowing landfills. You know, fiberglass can take up to one million years or more to entirely decompose on it’s own? Our hot-tub took about twenty-five minutes.
Note: check out the bitch on the far left head bangin!















