furs and a Benz. gramps wantin em.

just killed a spider with a blow torch. love

we can drive around.

wasps are already out. sun beaming.

phil sleds in caves.

ghosts are everywhere.
this is the first time i have seen this plant in person. they're 10 bones.
this dude got craned out of his house to get married.

this monkey was the first. not the russians. mad street credit. and i thought of a master plan of getting a new bed. ill let you know if it works. drive these skids to van. love

1%.

its sunday. im driving josh and dylan to vancouver tomorrow for there overdue plane rides home. they wur gonna pay greyhound 50 bones each for the ride. then i masterminded a plan to make 100 bones and take them myself. is that bad karma? cause they'd have more fun with me than greyhound.

front 3 near death.
the reactions.
phil somehow found the spot. fb.
i am bad with names. but thats the dude that owned the truck.
fridge busted yesterday. sour cream ruined.

my boots smell worse than our garbage can.
"that was enreeky englasiass" new term for when someone fanny burps.
dylan and josh must be related to steve craveiro.
dylans headphones are worth more than my car. get paid.
i have a spider bite on my foot.
i just thought of another idea. if i goto the greyhound bus loop tomorrow and try to get someone else in the car. there is potential of 100+ bones.
and possibly a lunch out of the deal aswell.
thinking about it. can make you money.
calgary for a week.

flying birds down south.
my face is burnt.
apparently this diaper just appeared out of thin air.
phil has been nuking through his diaper supply.
my computer has 2% battery left. hope you enjoi'd the pointless facts. westjet has kill deals on right now. love

left dry.

I can't sleep. drive to van in 5 hours. went swimming tonite. first time ever seeing a pedophile at the pool. this dude was creeping hard. i think we busted his game. so he started following us around the pool. coo coo. and this other dude at the pool had his bathing suit jacked up in the front. and the back was lower. people are cooked.

saniuk's sick edit. gypsy mob killin it. love.

1990something gmc.

its friday. everyones stoked for the weekend. and i just realized smashing shit is by far the best thing you can do to get yourself ready for the weekend. well it was yesterday. but still.

this dude riding had to get his truck off the road. it didn't pass the safety test.
i thought it was already in the junk yard. then the thing started. i couldn't push so i was stoked.
this is another time you will find yourself screaming because of excitement. watching a truck hit a rusty snowblower. i tried to hide behind a pole.
glass is meant to be broken.
aha these are a few photo's. it was insane.
shit was getting thrown from all over.
logs. rocks. propane tanks. wur the weapons of choice.
irish whip. propane tank to windshield.
i thought his foot was gonna get stuck in the hole.
"better than taking it to the auto wrecker".
attempt for rally turn to rock.
i have never heard a engine blow before. it was fn dope.
something about this photo. swinging a hatchet at a tire. not looking. eyes are even closed.
tuning the ruf.
celebrate.
keep fit and have fun. love

skeletons.

and

i downloaded the benjamin button movie. mainly because my name is in it.
and kevin im not blurring out your name. i know you. so i can make fun of you. and your baber. love.

keep them shook crews running.

today was one of the funnest nothing days. random junkyard session. watch as people smash a truck. only get one mcchicken sauce after asking for 2. probly a good thing. feet completely soaked. hot sun.

3 weeks?
this is one of the best tasting meals i've made. note steve's iced tea. thanks.
the office now has wireless internet.
i get hustled.
re-use it.
indoor pools. bush weed. outdoor hot tubs. shoulder still handsome as ever. love