...some new nuckleheads rolled into town last wednesday. both their luggage was lost for the first three days. oscar is on tha left, nasty on the right, and sandwiched in the middle is ms. giovanni.
nasty getting his vacation started by double fisting
some bar folk were heckling ol' oscar, thinking he was some italian motocross hero named "valentino rossi", and wanted to buy him drinks.
spsill stain was the leader of the pack, and satan over there with the red eyes caught on pretty quickly. and everyone they were with thought it was amazing.
nasty couldn't believe it, either. valentino didn't want any part of it.
and then he fell asleep at the wheel, while spill stain probably scored some more coke.
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
nasty back smithers at the matchstick spot
valentino hops over some stairs like a champ
nasty joins in
bridge and a phallic figure
bridge supports
nasty loves to go skiing
valentino gets blunted
nasty gets blunted switchy
we were eating at the park on sunday with some fins and brazilians, when some spracker walks up, hands on knees, just staring at our picnic, when one of the dudes here said to him, "hasta luego" and the spracker replies, "scared?...STILL?"
heh heh. then he walked away and kept popping up from behind bushes, flicking us off.
nasty back smiths this bank spot, warming up for some goods.
valentino was pissing off the guy behind there in the red. the guy was trying to sleep in the dirt, and valentino was waking him up when he'd roll by.
then the guy pushed valentino as he rolled by, but valentino don't care. the guy got pissed, and got scootin'. i thought he was coming to smash my camera.
this guy was preaching some sermon, and dumped water all over himself, then sat down.
this kid was on the other side of the plaza, i think he was the only one of the guy's followers.
more water, and analyzing his hand.
escalator to heaven
nasty couldn't pull the trigger, but rolled the beast anyway.
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