Hello, hello. Not much has been going on around these parts due to some late season weather misfortunes. I did just download Pacman CE for the Sbox 350 and that is quite enraging and fun. We’ve also of course been skating at Cream City and Tim has been raging their 720 machine, but alas, Tim remains a lowly second placer due to Photo Mike’s unbelievable spinning skills. Tim remains confident that he should someday claim the crown and Mike seems very nonchalant about it all. I don’t know how things will end up, but I do know that Tim is a very serious gamer and will put his all into it.
I don’t know who this kid is, but this is the aforementioned 720 machine. Bill has put a ton of Google research and work into getting it working perfectly. I’m real proud of that guy.
This is unrelated to games of 720, but Tim and I did just spend a couple few hours getting these bad boys up and running again in tip top shape in anticipation of the warm weather. I even took the Silver Streak on a ride to the bar last night. As to be expected, it was fantastic. I don’t even really like going to bars unless I get to at least ride some sort of stupid 20+ year old bike there. That may have been a lie, I like beer.
I’m so ready for it to be warm outside that I am totally jumping the gun on grilling out. Bratwurst care not what season it is, they only care to be delightfully tasty.
Believe it or not, but this is the first photographic evidence ever obtained of Gary raping. It’s not that Gary doesn’t often go on a raping spree, it’s the fact that Mr. Spooky is so damn spooky. Many times after hearing Gary making his tell tale raping meows alerting me to the fact that there’s a feline male to male sexual assault going on I’ve tried to photograph the incident for evidence in the upcoming trial. Spooky is having none of this and will run away with Gary literally riding on his back. I guess it’s funny if you’re into that sort of thing.
I wonder if TJ is bummed that he’s doing a noseblunt pop in under a picture of a cat getting raped.
This is an old photo that I never posted for one reason or another. Max Murphy with the jankiest double hop bowled corner carver possible.
I have so many of these. Poor guy could never run for office now.