Tag Archives: cool stuff

well, motherf***ers, i made it. working off my philosophy of selective brain cell death means that now i am smarter than before. how so? well, when i drink and kill brain cells, i concentrate on killing brain cells that are ...

i did it. 40 days without a beer. 45, actually. i waited until today to drink my six pack of turbodog. bought some kicka*s speakers and woofer for my laptop and i’m rocking tunes, drinking beer, the windows are open, ...

all right you metric motorbike mofos, it seems that fully one third of you, when asked what your favorite kind of bike is, choose “something different” and “i like ’em all.” for you i offer this: it’s made in canada, ...

yes, i’m going to start with “uncool stuff.” if you patronize any of these corporations, you are getting f***ed. first, your taxes go to them in the form of (drumroll, please) $3,810,000,000,000. that is 3.81 TRILLION dollars. it would be ...

yes. it’s true. sometimes to get something done you have to push your way past the sheep to get to the greenest grass. “sometimes it’s better to be feared than respected” is my motto lately. watch out, motherf***ers. world domination ...

yes, ’tis known t’ be saturday. on thursday i received a cryptic scrawl hammered t’ me facebook’s hull from mr. chris hunter, cap’n of the fair ship BikeEXIF, stating in no uncertain terms that he was “gonna link to me” ...

cool stuff! usually i don’t know where friday’s post of cool stuff is going to go. the plan often follows in this manner: 1. wake up around noon 2. drink coffee, read news, f**k off in facebook, text with my ...

2011 triumph | mr.martini nicola martini, the builder of these moder triumph cafes, is located in verona, italy. his shop is in an old art nouveau building directly in front of an historic triumph dealership. 2011 triumph cafe | mr.martini ...

this is simply wonderful: check out riding september here. thanks for the link, ismeretlen! and now for something completely different. i dreamt of love when i was a boy maybe 15 jacking off i was gonna have a big rig ...

well, it’s that time of year again. time when you realize your new year resolutions have bit the dust like a drunken trip over a hay bale at gtp’s, and mad poet trent convinces some poor sucker to build a ...