it’s official

salt bag and myself have lost it. here’s just a little taste of what concussions, foods, juice and photo booth can do…

oh dear. someone please make us not hang out.

Concussions and Bitter Bird

let me just premise this with the fact that i’ve stayed in and iced my head all day.

yesterday was Phil Reed IV’s day of birth…

so what better than to feed pheed and stroll around town. 6/11 was the starting point, with the usual suspects…Fresh P, French Dap, Salt Bag and Shooter… and then the bombarding of shots began. sooner than our liking… our asses ended up crashing at the war room, were Fourcolor was spinning his beats. dancing, balloons, Candy Rain, cupcakes, pulled pork were just additional bonuses to our adventure. before long… the lights turned on and we found ourselves fiending pizza and picking up denim dan in the frozen food section. to get to the point… mel-tron’s salty with pheedmonster, due to her long work shift and his attitude, and becomes “bitter bird” and while “bitter bird” smokes her cig… ab fresh and denim dan attack her… causing her to slip on the wet floor and knocking her head into the brick wall. concussion ensues… and now my head is lopsided.

thanks denim dan. i now look like doug funny… or maybe skeeter valentine cause of the lump on my head.

War Room’s 2 Year Anniversary

pbr and a pizza party on summit and repub. followed by morgue.org and the ability to only take shots. upon arrival to the usual hangout spot…team savory begins its enabling and annihilation. within an hour… hornitos is gone, yelling begins, and memories start to fade. thank god for cameras… because there would be no documentation of the fun that was had.