spaceboarding.

steve erkel SYNDROME...

i can shred again. love

much a finny-d.

Here is my "mastermind plan". it was thought about half an hour before i left for van. some would call it genius. i call it bad karma. but it was for a good reason. you sleep 33% of your life. so you have to be comfortable.

I slept on this for 3 months. the last month i was waking up on the floor. constant patching. im gonna break it down. it took about 1800 pumps to fill the bed from flat. i was ranging 300-600 pumps a night to top it off. the last month i was using a blow dryer. then 200 pumps. so. i calculated. thats at least 32,400 pumps. serious.
Phil had gotten this bed for christmas. the plan starts off as soon as you crank your old mattress into this box.
walmart has a 90 day warranty return policy. I didn't know this. i claimed i got it for christmas and i didn't have the receipt. it was past the 90 days so she couldn't do it. i spoke to the manager. she opened the box. and said everything was all good. at that point i was ready to just leave.
found the same bed.
nervously killing time by taking a photo of my feet.
she has a built in pump. stiffness thing. stays inflated. i know its bad karma. but i think sleep is important. and its walmart. they fired my friend and didn't pay him the 450 bones they owed him. so in a way its reverse karma for them.
cheers to a new bed. love

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