Loud and Hard.

yep.
that's a giant *ucking TUBA!!!
never quiet, never soft.
c'mon.
that's what's poppin'.
we deferentially decided to rock a color scheme most closely resembling
the exclamatory excellence of the 'butter pear', my ninjas,
that's correct:
avocado!
men's shirts, small - XXL,
you know you want one.
in fact,
there are two kinds of people in this world:

those who go to eleven,
and therefore are gonna get one of these,
and mutha-uckin' douchetards.
you're either one or the other.
live free.
or die.
i'm just sayin',
pick a side.
moths, leaves, elevens, banners, and the back-action brass section blowhard blaster.
you need to buy one - immediately, even;
how many hundreds of dollars does something this dope cost, you want to know?
what are you?
an a-hole?
it's yours for just eleven buxxx, (word)
so take off the diaper, baby-pants,
because there's no way that's gonna break your bank, now is it?
battlebeasteleven@gmail.com
get at me,
and we'll get you one, quick like a bunny...
or,
hit up shawnhebrank.com,
and he'll get you one, fast like a falcon...
don't even hesitate to think about it.
do it.
oh, yeah;
at some point today,
scanty little baby-b!tch blue girly girl shirts are slated to get hooked up.
it's a different design,
but it is the same amount of awesome.
that's right ladies,
we GOT you, too.

despite being full to the brim on pannie-cakes,
we closed out the gastrnomic portion of the day with an asian sensation:
taiwanese food!
that's how we remained wary of the ides of march.
brutus didn't backstab us at all,
but we definitely polished off plate after plate of great brown balls of toothsome treats.
hell,
shawn even ordered another 'nother helping of barbarian blumps,
after we finished the first time,
just so we all could enter the clean plate club twice in one sitting.
gluttony, my ninjas.
i'm into it.
we also watched a movie last night.
wellll,
i slept through most of a movie,
but realistically,
i probably spent that brick of time the smartest way....
it was an epic poop-boat called 'henry poole is here'.
something about jesus and houses and mute girls
and a crazy-eyed eastern eurpoean looking ___anian,
and about two hours of not dopeness.
i did get us thinking on miraculousness.
and i guess we're hoping for a miracle,
because we're going to st. paul's cathedral to see jesus.
if he's home, i mean.
otherwise it'll be more of the graceland tour-style visitation.
there will probably also be some vegan food times,
and walkin' about times,
and spanning quality time.
weather permitting,
naturally.
it's my last day, ya'll.
until next time...
-thanks minneapolis, it's been great,
-thanks todd, you're always great,
-thanks shawn and meryl,
without ya'll,
i'd still be in hibernation, across the nation,
waiting for the big thaw up in the woodsly goodness.
best hosts a warrior poet could hope for, ya'll.
no sh!t;
never quiet, never soft.....