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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

omg


this reminds me of a levis poster i used to have on my wall.
only better.

Friday, January 21, 2011

good old days


this photo is fuckin rad.
as soon as i saw it i wanted to wake up
saturday morning and watch pee-wee's playhouse
while eating honey comb cereal. followed by
a VHS viewing of Goonies.
side note...
the roomer going around when i was a kid that
cindy lauper was hulk hogan's daughter has now been
cleared up. she isn't. thanks reality tv.
i think it was because one of her music videos featured
all the bitchin 80's pro wrestlers.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

best paint job/ worst paint job



mexican blanket: thumbs up!

dead guy, stupid chick smoking blunt/ flipping you off: thumbs down.

on second thought...

Friday, January 14, 2011

lame people

i remember when my friends used to do fun stuff .
i'm sick of the "i dont want to get hurt" excuse.
or just flaking, or going to bed at 8, or being whipped,
or not drinking beer cuz their girlfriend told them not to.
what happened to everyone? how old am i?

there must be a bad case of the pussies going around.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

rad kid

thought this was hilarious.
fuckin kid rules.
crazy short documentary from 1970.

cool stuff


apparently jordy smith has been wearing one of the surf ride
tshirts i designed. pretty fuckin cool!

Friday, January 7, 2011

static motion


never wanted to buy a piece of art so much in my life.
i bet Jules Verne would own this.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

random true story








i have relatives from all over the country.
my mom's side is from oklahoma, some white some cherokee.

she just sent me this email...
i love the vibe about it.

mom:

I thought you might enjoy this.....so I am attaching it for you to read.
I recently (through Facebook) have made a connection with an Uncle and Aunt I have never met.
Nanny Shaw was married to Harris Andrew Shaw (My Grandpa Andy) who left her and married another woman and had two other children who are Uncle Steve and I's ages.

My grandfather seemingly was a person who felt the need, as I do, to put his stories on paper. My Uncle Kelly sent me this story, written by my Grandfather about a camping trip where he camped with "Pretty Boy Floyd". It is a true story.
Enjoy.
Love,
Your crazy mom


fading out at lunch


after pizza and beer at lunch