I said “donde usted ocultó el tequila”
Personally I’ve never been much of a fan of Sly, but there have been moments throughout his illustrious career that I’ve been somewhat taken with him. One time in particular was during a scene in the blockbuster hit Cliffhanger where the camera pans around to the back of Stallone’s head and you catch a glimpse of his adjustable baseball cap, which is cinched so tightly that he has almost run out of snaps, indicating to me that;
A) he is so rich that he can afford to have custom trucker hats made,
B) my man’s head is about the circumference of a softball.
Either way, no matter what your opinion of action stars with tiny peanuts is, you really cant disparage this;
I think I may love his knife as well.
Something else that you, as the kids say, “can’t front on” is this photo I found recently while wiling away my time on the interweb;
Such a simple image, yet no matter what kind of bike you prefer, it so succinctly sums up nearly everything there is to love about two wheels.
On the waaaayyyyy off chance that this individual depicted sees this, I would very much appreciate for you to give your boy a shout.
Speaking of which, I realize that I never followed through completely on a certain previous photo contest, and just so I can go to Heaven with all of my ducks in a row, I suppose I should conclude this now.
I had a fairly broad selection of entries by the time the curtain fell, but one that stuck deeply within the cockles of my heart was the following submission from an individual who’s only details I can remember was that she was one of a female persuasion;
Everything from the refugee style rafts floating in the water, to the heartfelt instructions drafted upon the take off ramp to ‘get yo dick’, I felt as though summed up just about all that I try to convey, so if the young lady in question is reading this, get in touch with me, and I’ll make my way to the post office with your big box of goodies.
This reminds me of another really cool idea that I’ve been clued in on.. Actually it’s coolness is far and above any stupid photo contest, and it was Sticker Robot’s SASE Project.
I gotta get something like that put together here at some point.
I don’t have stickers as bad ass as the Sticker Robot does, but I will have stickers that are pretty sweet just the same, so as soon as I can find my ass with both hands, I will get my own envelope project underway.
Keeping up with a reputation of constantly being offensive can be difficult, unless of course you happen to be the dfL, and they haven’t pulled any punches with their new outlaw cross dress series flyers;
I’ve never noticed how fetching Skinny Bee looks until now..
It’s hard to believe that these have been taking place for 15 years.. Why I remember them when they were just a toddler..
Anyway, being that this is an outlaw series, the times and locations of said races are a tightly kept secret until just before the events occur, so as I’ve said many times before, if you know, you’ll go.
And speaking of all things dfL, the crown prince of preposterous, otherwise known as Boozely accompanied a slew of us to see one of my all time favorite bands last weekend, the oft praised Dirtbombs.;
(photo courtesy of The Hunta)
Ironically this show happened only hours after I was lambasted once again for a slight I previously made on Jack White, by none other than Amigo #4.
That’s the last time I speak my mind on any weblog I maintain.
Anyway, as expected, the show was epic, but I noticed the strangest phenomenon, and it wasn’t just this guy.
No, the curiosity in question was that at 6’1″ tall, I was among the shorter people in the crowd. It was like a basketball player’s convention arrived in town and they all went out to the club. I understand however that this occurrence wasn’t just limited to this night in particular. I heard from several different sources that large groups of very tall people often frequent this venue, but with no way to ascertain a reason why, I just have to leave it up to wild speculation.
And with that, here we are hand in hand at the conclusion of post number four.
It feels pretty good, don’t it?
Only five thousand more to go…
Please keep tuning in. I simply wouldn’t be able to handle it if you broke up with me.