this birthday wish list writin mofo went and had hisself (and his lovely slaughter mama) another braggin right. and Henry, this little guy here gets to help show off they new stoke. a brand new bald mini human by the name of Olive has come water birthin out like a sumbitch. congrats, mike dick. i […] Read more…
random new orleans yeah
was that wallride of tmo’s a make? i know they ran it… pancakes. the tent cities finally moved on… nothin but love fo ya poak chop! Read more…
they tried to boost him, they did.
oh fortuna… was in new orleans during the beginning of the year, but Ignatius wasn’t. what i speak of is the bronze of Ignatius J. Reilly, one of the beautiful characters from the book Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole. book published after his suicide, cult classic, pulitzer prize, all that. a couple heads […] Read more…
future looks bright, you.
this is what i see thru my new glasses since bloglifin’ is so dang lucrative. see you on the private jet, whores! you’ll know the one. it costs 50 cents in front of the dollar store on mission st… Read more…
i vacation here…
sixteemf street
sorry for the lack of posts, but who gives a shit. but, since it am's rainin, here yall is…
looky here… she said that this was a cover up of something worse? don’t get me wrong now. i ain’t got the bestest tattoos mine self, but just how many cover up ideas were rolled round the idea pile before jordan came to be the cream on top? and when? and is he wearing sweatpants […] Read more…
veggie farts smell way worse than mines (do)…
this here is my ol’ boy thunder heart tearing up freestyle in willits… Read more…
jd rips again
91 is plenty long enough. do you think drinking his own peepee helped? Read more…
random at best…
woke up this morning to my roommate DY and his lady leaving to go bowling. it was 10 AM. it reminded me of going for breakfast hotdogs at the bowling alley on hillsborough in raleigh, north carolina back in the day. always folks bowling all early, but i soon realized bowling was an elective for […] Read more…
dude, i know. like twins, right?
new years’ was sobering, literally. this is my bro john, pops, and moms who got drunk off minimal screwdrivers and whooped the shit out of everyone at karaoke. rad hooker shirt, mom! Read more…
no, it should be fine. we locked it up, right? okay.
but, but, it was only outside overnight, in a major metropolitan city. how did they, but who would?… i just can’t believe this. i knew i should have taken bike locking 101, or that other class called You Asked For It. Read more…