Thursday night at the HQ. Clock struck 5, and in come the Clowns.
Zack Gonzales ollies up to disaster. He seemed right at home on the tight trannies.
Hightower.
Shane boardslides.
Shane, b/s/l
Shirt folder Sean took a couple spills, then started ripping. Smacking the extension to fakie.
Magnethead flapping his lips as usual.
Magnethead 5-0. We got product, fool.
Atwood front rock.
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