Work Hard. Play Hard. Thug Life.

It's Friday, Let's Party.

Classics.

One of the best. Fuck the rest.

Bake Dat Cake.

Bought, not baked. Lazy fuckers.

Jabba Da Pimp.

Shorty Doo Wop.

4 Minus 1

Is a shocker.

New Recruit.

It has been quite some time since we added anyone to the team, but who doesn't love a ginger? Let me proudly introduce you to Chaz, The Cheese Man. My friend Gareth introduced me to this freckly wild man. He will be temporarily stepping in for the elusive Nasty Nick, so he has some shoes to fill. A straight up P.I.M.P., Chaz is responsible for all of the babes that hang out and constantly dump em out for our crew. I think it was his idea to get a trampoline with the sole purpose of watching boobies bounce. His wee-wee looks like a carrot.

I want a Servi Car.

Seriously. And I just want to do laps in my yard and have the dogs chase me.

Poodle Pimp.

96 bucks son. Savin' them lunch moneys.

Sammy Loves Joan.

Cool As Ice.

This is the bike that Vanilla Ice rode in that movie right? No? Oh well, who doesn't love a panhead with a wassell tank. 

I guess he's a Bud Light dude.

Our homeboy Gordon documented this amazing paint job at a local bike show. I bet it was easy for the painter. " Ey dude, I want a portrait of me, my dog, and mother fuckin' Bud Light. Ya dig?"

800 Bucks Son.

Holy Shit.

They are officially a gang. Great. A clown gang.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/nov/01/juggalos-classified-as-gang-fbi?newsfeed=true

Unda Cover Hoez.

I will marry both of these idiots. But, only if that one on the right gives me that gun with the laser.

Stick em Up.

It's OK. They're not real.

Don't Tell Moms Da Baby Sitta Dead.

Hush up mutha fucka.

Pie Pie Da Sailor Mane.

Ok, I have told some of my friends about seeing this ride for some time now and it has always eluded me when it came to picture time. I found this photo on Flickr and I'm glad that I did because I bet people didn't believe me that this shit even existed. Fuckin' Popeye.

Keeping it real.