fucking fuck yeah

http://www.cakefarts.com/

hard

-bawls

Evening Moon

Check out this girl, she is a friend of a friend.
graduated UCLA, now shes LAPD.
Just look at her hold that gun. That smile is rediculous.
I blame her parents. full blown hippies.
can you guess her name?

fried chicken party, this sat at my house

Oh Yeah! Sick Brah...
Dude this party is gonna rock.. I have already planned it all out....
First- Make a run out to the Playa get fill your rig up with playa dust... two hours before the party douse your house with it.. Fuck Yeah!
Second- get a hold of Econet or your Boo.... and have her plan some sick speeches about saving the earth to hold every hour during the party.. This is gonna be sick!
Third- Have Jungle Jon come and bring all his hippy drums.. so we can have a totally rad drum circle/pre-dinner ceremony...hella rad!
Fourth- Im thinkin costumes.... Lets do "the office" theme.. You be Dwight.... Hard!
Fifth- Dude lets just have a sickie little Rave with Dj Josh Hartnett.... I will bring some glow sticks...Moll!
Sixth- Get a hold of local MC Toe Cat and see if he would be down to spit some flows... dont worry I got plenty of sage to burn, and minors to bring to the gig... He will be there brah..
Seventh- Tell everybody to bring there car... NO CAR POOLING... Hippies..

Bro I cant wait...Noah dude brah were gonna have the sickest party... Two words "Rave On"

Ron

holy fuck

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/206

this shit is bonkers

hittin switches

TK don't need a bike

Cannery Row

What can it profit a man to gain the whole world and come to his property with a gastric ulcer, a blown prostate, and bifocals? Mack and the boys avoid the trap, walk around the poison, step over the noose while a generation of trapped, poisoned, and trussed-up men scream at them and call them no-goods, come-to-bad-ends, blots-on-the-town, thieves, rascals, bums. Our father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the english sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for the no-goods and blots-on-the town and bums, mack and the boys. virtues and graces and laziness and zest. our father who art in nature.
-John Steinbeck


(mole)

ever wonder what happened to roy idler?

he's chillin' with his boys and a couple jager bombs