Mi's bs air at Ballard Bowls are pretty legit for a 9 year old. At least his non sk8ting soccer Dad thinks so.
Some douche had a campfire in one of the bowls at Greenlake. Karma's a bitch buddy.
We had a mellow sub later in the day and saw Mr. Red Rocket outside the place. Suddenly we weren't hungry.
Mi
Chuck Diesel and Wiener
This kid was kicking down some hippie zen shit waiting for his race. He lost.
Rain, TV, laying in bed and two rodents that INSISTED on fucking with each other all day while stuck inside allowed me to randomly say "this Fathers day SUCKED" all day. But doing nothing is pretty damn fun so...I'll take it. At least our original children love me.
Another Steamboat pedigree done good. Spence was "THE MAN" during my time in the Boat. "The U.S. Snowboarding coaching staff just got a new addition as Spencer Tamblyn joins to take on the position of freestyle national development coach, U.S. Snowboarding Program Director Jeremy Forster announced Thursday." Read more.
Tried this shit the other day, in the Strawberry flavor. Almost vomited in my mouth after the first sip but forced myself to finish it because it looks nutritional. Forgot lunch today since I was out of the house at 5:30AM to be dockside and needed to get some nutrients in me so I grabbed a chocolate one. Tasted like a Yoohoo this time, but still sucked. I should of grabbed one of them 11oz's of heaven that sits next to em instead. Reminds me of the time I thought Coke Black was gonna be good...
I had a teacher like this in 7th grade. I think we called her Banana Tits or something like that. Funny that I don't remember much from 7th grade eXcept that I had a teacher with tits like a banana. Come to think of it, the ONLY class in my pre-college learning spree that I learned ANYTHING from really was my typing teacher my senior year. She was fresh out of college herself and had a rack that wouldn't quit. We all fought to sit at the front of the class to watch "Stacks" belt out our daily lesson. I can still type at 60 words a minute because of her tutelage. Anyway, this schmeeb evolution thru the years from Playdildo is pretty good. Enjoy.
"Danny, which one of your three bindings do you like the best? Because all three have different base plates.""REALLY?
Milo, fourth grade.
Cocard rolled up on a sweet ass 20" with a 5 speed and front mag wheel. Style.
Bildo and his chick. G.T.
This is her $1,500 Prada purse. Good investment.
Blaine coaches with me. He's a good ole boy from the south.
Mini Moose loves to fuck with me. I tell him to throw to first and he throws to third. He's Polish, that could have something to do with it.
Cubs - Wiener, Jane, Chopper, Lea and Fed Ex (cause he's always on time).
The Wien got to go to Dicks after for a burger after that stellar catch.
For those of you who knew, this WAS the site to go too, to get your daily fix of filth. It had normal looking broads on the web site, then posed the question: "Is She Filthy?" From there you clicked a link to see how down and dirty they got. And they ALL got busy. On top of that there was always a bonus section where even filthier (better) photo's were at. Honestly, I never looked at this site in hopes of getting wood or even that tingling feeling. Instead I looked at it for the comments. You would get some of the RAWEST shit on there. Monday morning quarterbacks just tearing the ladies and their partners up. If you ever read em, you know what I mean. Seriously, how interested are you in seeing what this sea hag above looks like getting busy? I'm not but I bet that the comment section was 100 deep here. And today as I ventured over there to get my weekly fix I see that the blog is gone. Disabled, removed by Google. I bet one of their ole ladys showed up on there. Rest In Piece Is She Filthy and thank you for all the dirty smiles.
"It's Party Time! Nothing captures the essence of snowboarding more than an epic powder day. Specifically, the point in time when you're mauling through mad pow – blasting double overhead snow blowers – and realize for those few seconds, you're living the dream. We call that the "Fuck Yeah Bro!" moment, because it's inevitably the first thing said when you see another human – right before the hi-fives and the beers. The CAPiTA Party Shark FK is an extremely limited edition tapered tail powder machine engineered specifically for this experience. Modeled after the world famous "Charlie Slasher FK," these boards feature freestyle inspired tip and tail shapes and a single reverse camber area from the insert pack forward to keep your party boat afloat. The Party Shark FK only lives to get radical. Get one if you can find it, and DEVOUR THE POW!"
The dudes like 50 now, and I bet he'd still send it like he did in 82. Everyone had this poster on their wall back then, along with a Farrah Fawcett jobber. But this one got harder wood for sure.
Nothing accomplished around the house this weekend except being a fucking taxi to these two clowns. The forward flip or gaynor is real close...
I feel like it's an episode of Seinfeld here but "apparently" Doug is looking for a nickname. He's tired of being called Doug. So please help the dude who offers us here at C3 more support than Victoria's Secret. Thank you, have a good weekend.
