Saturday, February 24, 2007
"Skylar, take your bag and get out. Now."
Half of tomorrow's field was trashed before 7pm, and the starting grid is going to be gasping like a koi pond full of road salt. Somebody said something worth blogging about over ghetto sushi, but damned if I can remember; I may not even have a fucking rear wheel to run this shit with. And Wendell's into the sauce again.
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I was going to put the SPDs on the chopper and run this one, but I just effed myself in the A doing hop 180s in the parking garage =/
It hurts to sit.
I think the quotable quote involved in some way Tara Borg getting a baseball bat to the head from a dude from the Insane Clown Posse, in chariots. That could just be a warm, fuzzy memory, though...
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