Between The Rock and a head case.
The time has arrived for The Man to come along, pull down his pants and plant his fat ass on my head.
The time has arrived for The Man to come along, pull down his pants and plant his fat ass on my head.
With some frequency I take some time out of my busy day of keeping my chair from floating away to make contact with the good people in the ranks of the Maximo Supremo side bar to let them know what’s what over here in the Black Market. It’s a thing I like to call the State of The Union Undress.
The bit from 3:42 to 3:46? I can totally do that.
From this day forward, all of my mountain bike rides will seem to be somehow lacking.
While I have quite enjoyed these past sixteen months at the helm of my own ship, there is a weight on my shoulders and a pain in my head, and that pain is called taxes.
Ask nearly anyone who would admit to knowing me, and they would tell you that there is very little in this life that I enjoy more than some good, old fashioned mail.
Here we are once again at the start of a brand new week, and what do we have to show for ourselves? Well, if you happened to be in Austin over the weekend, you probably stood around telling people how awesome they were, while they in turn told other people how awesome they were, and so on.
That’s a big group hug.
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“If you’re in need for “one for the weekend,” the dude in this video is trying to get people to do something.
~Snakebite~”
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