Nads......

See you at Born Free right?

The Man, The Myth, The Legend...... The Nads.

Born Free again my friend? Last year's trip was out of control. If you were there, you know.

I Love Nads.

Many of you out there might know Nads. Those that don't, just haven't lived yet. When we get together it's always a good time, seeing as he is more fucked than us. This photo is of the eternally preserved 22. 22 is a dead rat that we found on the side of highway 22, or whatever, in California after Nads destroyed his first bike of the weekend. He put 22 in his pocket where it mostly remained until Nads got back to his home in Orlando, Florida. That thing smelled like a cooked then rotted donkey dick. Dammit man, that was fun.