Showing posts with label party hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party hair. Show all posts
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Selfie.
This is what every chick looks like when they do this shit. Believe it or not. The caption read: "Good hair day", or "I'm so ugly j/k lol wtf", or "Donkey punched".
Labels:
american badass,
critter business,
hot chicks,
party hair,
portraits,
selfie,
swamp donkey
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
What's Up Player?

Hanging out with Kid Rock on the reg, doing lines of toot off of the toilet in the ladies john, tribal tats like nobody's business, and checking out titties on Friday. This is called livin'.
Labels:
american badass,
badass tats,
meth,
panama city,
party hair,
titties and destroy
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Birthday of Nick Brunson.
My friends are better than yours. Haha, not purposely being a dick, but they are. We just know how to have more fun than anyone else. Also not trying to come off too cocky, but ask anyone that knows us. We just know how to have fun. Period. It all comes from where we are from and how we grew up, whether it be from going to shows or riding a skateboard until we exhausted ourselves. A certain person or two may hate on what we do (love each other) or what we have ( The Dojo), but I just feel sorry for those people. They will never know what true friendship is and they will never know what it means to truly call someone your brother. What we do is not to be trendy or try to impress anyone. Each and every one of us has been doing the kind of dumb shit that we do since we were 12 years old. The only difference now is that motorcycles are involved. Seriously, that all that has changed. From throwing bowling balls off of downtown parking decks, to being in massive brawls and hitting a fool with a frying pan. We still are the same dumb fucks that we have always been. That's why when Brunson's birthday came around, we made it everything we could. His wife called me a couple weeks ago and we decided to put together a surprise party for him. There was no better place to do it then at The Dojo.
Hand made presents from Ape Knuckles and Kyle.
Surprise!
Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Tequila.
Choad Bros. That's actually a little uncomfortable. Sorry.
Our fire pit never goes out.
Beer Bandit.
Hell yeah. Food son.
Brunson being Brunson. Making presents for other people on his birthday. Brandon needs to fit in while in Japan.
You can find these dudes at any Walmart.
Wieners and vices.
Fuggin' nerds.
Big Dan keeps it real son.
Party dog.
Group hugs. We be fags bro, but in a cool way.
It was hard as fuck to keep these guys quiet in the garage while Brunson walked up.
The birthday boy.
The birthday boy, the birthday wife, and the birthday unborn baby. It might have been Christian Slater's birthday too.
Chauncey HATES hugs. Hug him when you see him.
Clark W. Griswold singing Holiday road.
Brian snuck up behind Kyle and tried to pull his pants down. He ripped the backside off of his pants instead. Buy American made pants next time dummy.
Heavy metal sessions.
No girls allowed on the pirate ship. Here's your own section.
The Dojo is fucking filthy right now. Not looking forward to cleaning it. It was worth it.
Labels:
chopper kai dojo,
dude love,
party hair,
party time,
smoke weed,
Team Haints
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Absolutely Fucking Perfect.

Everything. It's all the way it should be here. Bitchin bike, boots, attitude, haircut........ Dammit man, perfect.
Labels:
chopper dreams,
choppers rule,
party hair,
perfection
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
People used to look way more badass.
Seriously, look at this mug. It's not just the hair that gives this goofball that attitude. The gene structure of humans must have changed over the last 30 years because there just isn't people that look like this, except Robby.
Labels:
air guitar,
badass,
party hair,
pussy magnet,
stolen photo
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Oh Fuck.
I was going through some photos of different trips and quickly remembered this amazing creature. J-Rod spotted him and we made him famous. He's either in jail or at that same bar. I wonder what he ever did with that Haints shirt. I would like to think that it's his favorite shirt due to the fun he had while wearing it and I hope he wears it everyday, covered with stains and shit.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The Born Free Report: People and Things.
I'll do another post with just bikes that everyone has already seen so far, so here's the people that we hung out with all weekend on our trek across the country to the greatest chopper show ever.
Nads found this rat on the way to BF3. He put it in his pocket and as far as I know, it is still there.
Dave's bike is unreal. Wait until I post that shit.
Douglas.
At one point I looked up on the stage and saw Wino. If you don't know who Wino is, then you should.
A couple of patches that caught my interest.
Ape Knuckles side project.
White pirates.
Japan. Taichi is pretty much an American now, but Yoshiki is a Japanese as they come. It was a real pleasure meeting and partying with some of the Vise crew.
Our yearly anniversary.
Teach loves knuckleheads.
This guy was looking for the gym all day. I hope he found it.
This goofball.
This guy kept staring at me, so i had to take his photo.
Nads all up in your shit.
Whoa buddy. To any one that hated or is going to hate on Born Free: You try and organize an event and get this many people to show up. For free. You were probably there anyways. This is just and overview of the show bike parking.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Zac Doom.
Kendal's bubble finger.
I wish I could have hung out with these dudes more.
Wil throws a BBQ after BF and Duane came prepared.
Oi. Piss off.
Grant is one of the mad men behind Born Free and his has an awesome shovelhead.
I caught Chris getting a picture taken with his wife, so I swooped in on that shit.
Warren playing with his belly button. Your hair is really turning into party hair. Don't cut it.
Jon, Hurricane Nads, Duane.
That night ended up getting nuts. My camera stayed in my pocket, but none of the photos would do any justice. Teach and I at about drunk-thirty.
Labels:
born free,
bros,
chopper dreams,
party hair,
party time
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