We’ve never said no to a free tattoo. Of course, we’ve never won anything either.
Branded like cattle
Mud, ‘hawks, and ballyhoo: The Last Crusade
Um…Is that it? I mean, don’t get me wrong. You are one hot romp in the sack, Cross Crusade. I just thought it would, I don’t know, last a little longer. We only got through one Barry White song, the Zima wasn’t even cold yet,…
It hurts when I httpee
If you visited our site recently, you may have been warned by Google to stay away. It’s painful to talk about. But I want to be honest with you, blog reader. We had internet herpes. It’s not that big of a deal. Like… 79% of…
The Cream Cheese Incident
After a lighter-than-usual team showing at Rainier and a week of relationship counseling, we all met up on Friday for some team building exercises and a round of Cabana Bananas. SPRING BREAK, GIRLS! But it wasn’t all leis and closeted gays. We were also at…
Blog the fuck up already
So today I received an electronic mail missive from an unnamed, portly, Slavic member of the Portland cyclerati (seen below, pret-a-poultry), with the wholly disrespectful subject line: “Blog the fuck up already.” Blissfully ignorant of his intentions, I clicked on the attendant message. This is…
Less talk. Mo’ hawk.
The tide of opinion changes frequently with cross, and I can never remember whether the cool people say I’m supposed to love it or hate it. But I think that I’m supposed to go to all of the events, say that it was way more…