If I went crazy one day and smoked some crack and bought those skis from you the first thing I'd do is find a way to buff out that signature because every time you'd ride the chair with some 16 year old dip squat who asked you who signed your skis you'd have to tell him JO (heheh, J-O) and then they'd be like "whoa, that's amazing, so what's your best trick?" And then you'd have to eat cyanide and barf out your brain and die.
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms, their energy. Your cares and tensions will drop away like the leaves of Autumn." --John Muir
"welcome to the hacienda, asshole." --s.p.c.
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