I found this at Littlewoods. Kinda creepy. Anyway, I know its no roselle, but you should give that spot another chance. Until your spot is done, of course........ooohhhh. zing!......
Spring is here, its warm as frick today. Brimley hath cometh, too. No team kick-off, in fact, a special Manatee blowfish or twoo will be returning to the area soon to help manage the totally rad team.
Since it raining until at least June 13th, I needed some way to live on the edge. Ok, Ok: In other news........to honor the pirate ship fiasco in Somolia, we're kicking off the whole team! Fuck 'em.
Since I blew off the show, I decided to have a super exclusive art show at my desk. No invites, totally underground.
Chris Smith's Airplanes on canvas Emerica. Mark Gonz Real deck-tagged by Templeton. Cream City koozie.
Jarret Berry emulsified onto 2 x 4 by Bart Jones. Candle holder torso by C.Smith(this was in the yard @ the Geneva house). Old As Hell by C.Smith.
It was so friggin boring. I fell asleep and grew a painter's mustash.
20 lb. mug from hell by shop lurker. Until next time, Adios muchachos.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
P.O.B. steez dripping from his tender loins. He was cold, so came in for a new hoodies. Then we barney'd to northbrook, where surprisingly, there were few people.