saturday...

fried tofu sandwiches.

i needed that.

sandwich week kills it, mutha-uckas.

i'm psyched on the in-between bread fillers.

so dope.

today was a mob scene at the tattyblastin' store.

about abillion vacationary instigators came in and wanted the sauce.

and believe me when i tell ya'll;

it was weak as f*!!

i didn't tattoo any bikers all week.

i'm totally not even joking at all,

but i am also not complaining.

i did, however, zip-zap a whole bevvy of moms.

in terms of fanatic devotion to their hobby,

they may even be worse.

according to those womb-for-renters

every day is mother's day when you're a mom.

god knows i want to hear about it some more.

except in reverse.

alas,

the moms have all the money,

and that makes moms my top priority.

i needs them movie checks an' that.

screamin' eagles and ultra-wide glides indeed.

june's almost over, mutha-lickas.

how is that even possible?

my vacation is half done!

at least sunday is a special day:

bike weak is finally over,

and it's raining outside.

i mean it's still raining outside.

have fun scootin' home in the drizzle, chaps...

next up,

jesus campers.

i'm bein' for really real.

since i've been in the woodsly goodness,

and this is the seventh summer in a row,

i've gotten to know a little bit about the seasonal cycles;

jesus campers from maine love to smoke nugs,

hard-style humpulate each other up all brotherly love-style,

and get some graven false-idol images all over the place.

and they ride bicycles.

sorry steel-horse-tards,

the crazies from camp still win;

never quiet, never soft....