Bae Bae & Doo Ray.

Clownin' folks.

Dojo Party.

Footage from the party at the shop this weekend.

Only 24 days until......

You are not going to want to miss it. Get your homies, tell your job to fuck off, scrounge up your gas money and let yourself know that there are no excuses. Get your ass to Birmingham, Alabama!

Daytona Debauchery Pt. 3.

We did a lot of partying while we were down there. Not saying that we are the best at it by any means, but we do get a lot of practice. One night we literally went to every bar on Main Street, and got kicked out of every one of them. For those of you that don't know, Main Street is the place that you see photos of and think of when it comes to bike week. Pre-tied doo rags and chaps when it's warm out son. Those of you that know us, know that's our perfect scene.

I'm going to start this series of photos out with this perfect one.

Shinya from Vibes magazine trying the American treat called moonshine for his first time.

Jaytona beach 2011.

Nice tat. I'm still trying to figure it out.

It's a Slop-A-Billy freakout!

Me and Warren walked around for a while and did some critter spotting. Which wasn't very hard to do.

This guy was part of an elite club of spidermen.

Shane created a special Haints shirt for Duane, which was a hit in Daytona.

Matty. That chick behind him almost got her husband beat up later on.

Getting a sackful of directions. This dude came centimeters from touching Jay's balls.

Dance party commence.

America, fuck yeah!

The dance club regulars were not too stoked about us rolling in and our dope ass skillz.

These shirts are a hit with the weekend warriors. Jay stole one for Jerimiah and he tried to fit in.

Chauncey doesn't remember any of this night. He climbed right up an the bar and started dancing with someone's ol' lady.

Then, he made out with a chick until he threw up.

Which had a badass tat son.

The next day I spotted a wigger doing a wheelie. It was tight.

F.A.R.M. Fathers Against Rap Music. In other words, " I'm racist as fuck and my daughter hooks up with black dudes". Don't be a choad, fucker.

That's all semen.

Ross made his way to the crowd of kids that were catching free Spectro Oil 12th anniversary t-shirts. Nice catch bro.

"Fuck yeah, Let's do last night again!"

Party time!

Despite this classic rock cover band looking like a bunch of washed up dorks, they were really good. Jaymo stepped in for bass.

Rollin' hard sucka.

Two chicks making out and Jerimiah creeping in. I love this picture.

Dump em out.

I love this photo too. Benji is very photogenic.

Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots.

We saw this fella laid out in the middle of the road.

So our friends made sure that he didn't get lonely.

Street midgets.

This dude was sleeping.

I think this guy was part of that elite club that I mentioned.

Gathered Photos.

Of the Brodown off of the interweb. Biltwell, Lowbrow Customs, Blood Falcons, whoever else I took these from, Thanks.