The flea market in Boise had my dream car for sale. Only 70 bucks and I could have been driving to work in style.
trashin!
Lifes a party. Steal from it's parents liquor cabinet and get drunk in the alley.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Flashing children
Every year it seems, a pair of my jeans begins to work a small hole in the crotch. I kinda worry that this hole will get bigger, so I normally sew a patch to hopefully protect the pants from tearing further exposing my manhood to the world. But every time I repair them, only days afterward they blow out a billion times worse while skateboarding. I need to realize that when pants begin to get that little tear in the crotch, they need to be retired. Hope I didnt creep out the mothers watching their sons at the skatepark. I still skated for an hour or so, and was near their children.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Bogus Basin shit plates
These were just in the row I parked. There were more, I couldn't snap em all.
Did he buy the truck because his name is Ram? Or did he change his name because of the truck? Either way, stupid plate.
Anywhere but Idaho, this plate would confuse people.
Ski 4 fun? I ski for the sluts.
I'm pissing in the water upriver.
If you got 2, you'd be a hermaphrodite.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Idaho Shit Plates
The upper right bumper sticker says "get a taste for religion, Lick a Wiccan." Hmmm, tastes like an immense amount of pubic hair. This ones for you Ash.
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