ahhh yeahhhhh....it's that time of year and da prez is back. fresh off the choom wagon and feelin mighty irie.
been looking for love in all da right places this summer. had the shiz on lockdown in seatown. mtns were nothin but a dream.
i'll be damned to flatland and scorched earth if it wasn't the summer of brews and doobs. late autumn is looking promising and i ain't just talking about the pow, ya hear cuz? digits be flowing like the rainiers. times for the bras & panties to be flying like i just snapped one off a cliff.
pm me if wanna kick it with da prez. that's real talk....
Prez, I'm happy it's been a good summer with all the choomin. Maybe not so good for the lungs but the prose is banger. Sadly I have no panties to fly your way (sorry, gotta hang on to my base layer). So here's the real talk, post a trip report or something because it'd be great to read it as:
And then we busted that motherfucking arête to our line like Elliot motherfucking Ness on the way to a prosecution.
After much deliberation my partner, who happens to be president of the American Alpine Club, and I decided that we had the skills, experience, and equipment to safely negotiate the crux of the ascent.
_________________ "For future reference, the time is now."
stuka baby, what's up? i gotta assume you're a proper lady since you took time out to respond.
lemme remind our readers that a couple dudes stepped up in my panty thread last season and it didn't end well. where in the world is KM???
too much choomin' has my timing all f'd up right now so i missed the last blast of pow.
in the meantime we continue crushing it in the citay on the two wheels of steel. showing these young seattle hipsters how to f'ing do it right. tearing up the town clockin' 30 milers while downing R-dawg tallboys and crushing the cans on hipster foreheads. f'ing beer can tops be gettin' lost in their beards.
shiz was cracking this past saturday (damn....that mighta been friday?!?). bringin' the war zone to big Mario's on cap hill. looked like someone popped off smoke bombs out front. but don't worry though folks, da prez was on it and snatched the roman candle and did it proper. i'd be lying if i said there wasn't a cop car in the cross hairs. boom....couple direct hits had them squealin' like little piggies heading for the slaughter house. wait, wot???
wednesday (tomorrow) it's game back on for another city session pedal powered pardee. however, new rule in effect callin' for a cease and desist on the shots o' fireball. that was sunday night's learning lesson as a couple of us dropped by the ladies' cribs after our ride and one ended out pulling eject on the boat and the other wanted to smack da prez for being tipsy and feisty. say wot? say wot again.
ay yo....da prez is back. checkin' in on the latest panty steez.
i want to give a shout to my beautiful always down bitchez north of the border. y'all know how to step correct up there. da prez has been steady workin' day and night to clear his name with the queen's border crew. rest assured da prez will be rippin' and trippin' in canuckistan soon enough. bet on it.
p.s. if you like your steez, you can keep your steez.