Porkchop Patrol

Magnethead rounded up his Porkchop Crew for a ride out to a shitty spot. You should have heard these geriatric swine bitching the whole time. "Oh, my belly is growling. I'm so hungry." Fat and happy is the only way to roll.

Yeah, sweet ditch Magnethead. Why don't you call all my friends too and blow this spot out. Actually, who cares.

Oink. 5-0. I think Dan is stepping in deer turds.

Awesome flat bottom gap. There were hidden mines in there too.

BUTTSHOT!! Oink!

Chicago Bill was skating circles around his hammy brethren. Union break number 5 in the background.

 

Oink! Crail to rebar hipper in the flattbottom gap.

"I'm hungry! I'm making reservations at an all you can eat trough. Hurry up and get a trick!"

Dan smoking a blunt.

Bill, still skating.

Oink! Nose bluntslide. Real Talk, swine!

Hmmm. This spot looks good. Should we skate?

"Yawn. Fuck skating. Let's get drunk. Yawn. I just gotta stop at the shop to get some Roller Skates."

This chick wouldn't let us in. Hmmm. Something was going "down" in there. I guess it's  off to the bar.

Three's and Guinness bitches! New York in the house.

"Ugh. I'm so hungry..."

"Bill, aren't you hungry? Oink!"

"Dude, Magnet, I'm sooo hungry right now. We gotta get out of here man!"

"Get the fuck out of our way! We gotta eat!"

"Hyperspace, Magnet!"

Breaded Pork Chops. Real Talk.

"Why aren't you eating, damnit?"

This guy likes food.

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Espetus is a nice all you can eat trough. Good thing the Alaskan added some class to the Pig Pile.

Yeah. All that. 

Pay up!

We had to pick up this vegan dude. Damn, he's skinny.

Off to Thee Parkside for some movie thing. 

Trolf rode his bike home. Fixies with brakes are the new Puch. 

Logging Miles

Picked up some boys and drove all over the place. Nobody was feeling the spots I wanted to skate. Eventually we found our way to the Log Shop. 

Phil got all mystical in the sun at the beach. B/S/B/S

Ryan has this ramp wired. He was next door painting Tate's new Gym project but had time to throw down a couple lip tricks for me. Tailslide.

Crail.

More fun in the sun. Crooked.

Detroit Lucas lipsliding.

Back lip.

Detroit Lucas says the only proper way to do a Bonelessone is on a bank, the way Gary Scott David intended. Thankfully the Log Shop has a bank on their mini.

After sweating our asses off in Pacifica we headed to Tempest for the $5 Special: a shot of Jim Beam and a pint of PBR. The pool table there is busted and plays for free. I wasn't hungry but Detroit Lucas forced me over to Tu Lan for a pile of M.S.G. I was farting and holding my stomach in bed all night. Good times. 

Flowers for Algernon

A trip to the Flower Shop is always fun. And what new flowers they had today.

A Crail at a morning warm-up spot South of here. 

Lucas gets his carve on. Cool new "Pool Light."

Phil - F/S/R/R

Phil with a wall ride.

F/S/W/R

To the Batcave

Our heroes foil evil Lame Time's sinister plot.

*BAM*

*WHAMMO*

*ZOINK*

*POW*

Eye On The Ball

Everybody love the new table.

Joe makes contact.

Jeff gets in on the action.

After the warm up, the boys hit the tranny.

Jeff liking the new quarterpipe obstacle. Ollie in to fakie on the extension.

Joe blasts in.

After a couple tries, Joe get's the feeble to work over the nasty part of the lip.

Tail slide.

5-0