viking flamethrowers.

yeah!
ya'll know what happens when you never ever do any pre-planning for tattoos?
you draw up some on the spot preposterousness! 
berserker barbarian fire-spitters, ya'll.
cover up, in progress!
big DM, and his lovely wife drove up from mass to spend a day gettin' blasted.
hard.
he's like paul bunyan's bigger brother,
and that tattoo is huge.
it used to be some spawn sh!t, which is where the ch-ch-chains come from.
we talked about transformers, alot,
and computer stuff, and robotech,
and a hundred other epic nerd explosions.
and a dude who looked just like jake the snake got tattooed next to us,
and was awesome!!!!
long days of dispensing decrapinated destruction are pretty good.
but only once in a while.
i don't understand that overworkaholic determination.
it's not enough of the awesomeness,
and an overabundance of the doo-doo doings of noisome nuisances with nancypants nuances.

ninjas don't wanna see me work,
ninjas wanna see me LIVE....
plus,
the cucch is up here still,
and we've got big plans for the next few days!
and,
it's a new moon tonight,
and it's flippin' freezin' up here, too,
so,
the battle-beast bonfire has to happen.
dark is not the opposite of light,
it's the absence.
and we're bringin' the bright spot to the woodsly goodness.
tonight,
and every night;
never quiet, never soft....