The Starts

We rolled into Whistler this afternoon. The first words out of A-man’s mouth were, “I don’t even know what we’re doing here. This is a huge mistake.”


But then there was this, which was good to see:

Then we ate late lunch/early dinner and thought of johann:

This whole place is beyond weird. Think of every joke and stereotype you have ever heard, and then put goggles on it, and you have Whistler. So far out. Really, My mind is blowing. It’s not blown, it’s being blown further every moment.ow can it only be 6:30pm? Fucking red shift around the edges. All that.

Stay Tuned.


5 Responses to “The Starts”

  1. mr. chantha says:

    don’t get me started on sorels dood. i just thought that shit was everywhere. & nice placement. subtle.

  2. Nose says:

    Safe sex homo’s! It ain’t gay if no one sees ya. Or if your from Milwaukee!

  3. rumorator says:

    C’mon Nose,

    “Homo’s?” Possessive? Homos.

    Also your blog is down. WHAT THE FUCK?

  4. Dagnasty says:

    1. Is that Paul Ryan?
    2. Sweet Ride.
    3. I once knew a guy who almost lost a foot after breaking an ankle due to clip-in pedals.
    4. Nice hair.
    5. I need a new Rumorator decal.

  5. Dagnasty says:

    Totally dig those dragons. And that whip is the shit. Long live AM/FM. Radio GooGoo!

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