Love hearing about crytid encounters because once in Cape Cod a 7ft tall creature was stalking our campsite at 3am and we threw beer cans at it until it ran away, we were 100% it was a demon from hell. Found out later it was a runaway emu.

Antichristmas turkey with a Deicide of mashed potatoes. Venomnomnom. Charged Grevious Bodily Parmigiano. Bad Brans. Type O Negitoro. The Veal Kids. Slayer Cake.

I’m taking the liberty of switching it to my wife with flowers. She looks way better than me anyway.

High school music taste

Kids spending their days riding scooters is better than kids spending their days playing skateboard video games.

My North Face VE-25 on Vancouver Island a few weeks ago. I’ve had this tent since 2002 and it’s been an absolute gem.

This is the dock version of a skill-testing question. Not everyone answered correctly.

I’d explain what’s going on here, but that would deprive you of the fun of making up your own story.

Midnight curb sessions are a heatwave classic. The other night I kicked off my summer noseslide project with these short skids. The goal? Lock in, go the distance, nollie out.   And of course... grinds. If I’m not doing a bunch of those, something's horribly wrong.

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