Morrrissey Got FUCKED
Quint got FUCKED
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Surfers. I dont get it. I know Im not the only human to feel this but why all the dramatic desert landscapes? Why the downtown LA skyline? I personally have never seen someone surfin in Downtown LA and Im here every fucking day. LA isnt cool, deserts are dry and dusty and dirty and they are fucking deserts. They dont have waves. Deserts are for meth trailers and coyotes. FUCK the desert. Fashion and Surfing? I long the days of cargo pants and DC shoes. I love you Volcom. Every YAE ad ever printed should be bound and given to all groms so this blaspheme never happens again. I watched 3 short films on SURFERMAG dot com and saw 35 minutes of dudes and chicks in cities and deserts with drapy ass fucking black clothes on. Mixed in the matrix of fake ass art I saw about 45 seconds of surfing (all frontside revos). It's Wednesday, Im sitting on the 5th floor of a giant fucking building in the heart of DTLA with smog, dust, hobo's, needles, trash, hookers, drug addicts, crime, piss, shit and all that other stuff people think is glamorous from a rented helicopter. Dear lord bring back LOST. I miss Pennywise.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
But I want them both at my birthday party so bad. Look at JBG's beer drinking bad boy bully belly button and that almost homosexual facial hair mouth cave. His chain screams towel me off bad boy and douse me in cologne right now you sexy fuck toy. A true Bad Boy.
And you...........you little Rabbits Foot. What the fuck are you doing here. You look so tough to ride but for some reason I want to pull you outta my board bag and fly through a pit on you. MUCH like how Johnny Boy wants to fly through the clouds into a rainbow and meet his soul mate, Sonny Garcia.................