Us doing Campy Things.
Yes,we totally underestimated the amount of beer needed to make it through the hottest weekend so far this summer. So Colin and I made a harrowing journey on foot to the closest beer store. It was a 1000 mile trek fraught with danger, despair and more than a little sweat, but we managed to make it back without consuming any of the four 20 packs of Lucky Lager.
Can you give a turd his own billboard
look at hose crazy eyes ..and his tounge is hanging out…thats just creepy
Someone just sitting around thinkin’ about how to attract attention to a sevice when the epiphany hits em.
“Why don’t we put a six foot hypno turd with a hardhat on a billboard!”
Even stranger would be the Boss going “By god! Thats Brilliant!”
I want whatever they’re smokin’
