Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

2012 Jupiter and BEYOND !!!!!!!!!!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Don't kick the baby.....

Sunday, November 13, 2011

the mean machines


i'm sure it's the same the world over, but my brother sorrell booke & i derived perverse enjoyment as youths, by sending our unmanned bicycles down the hill, to disastrous conclusions. this was known as the ghost bike.

to me, however, this clip epitomizes what ghost biking is all about. really, it transcends bikes altogether. this is more like a 15 year old getting shitfaced at a party; things start out well enough, but very rapidly devolve into the kid tearing his clothes off, accosting some poor girl, and then hurtling himself, full blast, through the garage door, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.

enjoy it, fucks.
tSoWR: OUT!

ps if changing the sound makes me one of those youtube hard-ons, then colour me purple, but i just saved you the irritation of sitting through some bombastic mountain-out-of-a-molehill narration, so fuck off.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

for Porchy

Thursday, November 03, 2011

PERRY MASON

an ode to jerkcity, RIP

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

the mean machines


i'm sure it's the same the world over, but my brother sorrell booke & i derived perverse enjoyment as youths, by sending our unmanned bicycles down the hill, to disastrous conclusions. this was known as the ghost bike.

to me, however, this clip epitomizes what ghost biking is all about. really, it transcends bikes altogether. this is more like a 15 year old getting shitfaced at a party; things start out well enough, but very rapidly devolve into the kid tearing his clothes off, accosting some poor girl, and then hurtling himself, full blast, through the garage door, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.

enjoy it, fucks.
tSoWR: OUT!

ps if changing the sound makes me one of those youtube hard-ons, then colour me purple, but i just saved you the irritation of sitting through some bombastic mountain-out-of-a-molehill narration, so fuck off.