Feeling slugish on a Sunday, finally made it out the door with Hoss to meet Dickborg and check a Westside bowl we skated yeas ago, on New Year's Day. It's now a permission. The front and back yards are completely littered with beer cans and dog shit, but the guy is really nice. On the way there we scoped the above piece of shite.
Whoa, strong words for Jessica, and a problem with spelling. Kids these days.
Evidence is mounting.
Love these Paddock skimmer covers, and got one at home.
Hoss and I struggled. It wasn't that hot, just weren't into it. But he did lay into a decent backside on the sidewall.
Dickborg does the roll in.
And Princess the dog whines.
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