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I enjoy not having a bike payment, but...

hey...fishy fishy fishy.

Sunday

I thought it was going to rain all day, so cracked into my stash of sugar free Red Bull and vodka (thanks Mateao). The sun's out now, and I'm semi-drunk...Fuck! I would love to go riding, but OEM plastic is a bit spendy these days. Oh well...Kawasaki needs to fund their MotoGP effort somehow. Hopefully Hopkins or Ant West can bag a win in 08.

Ok...so Toseland leads the World Superbike standings over Haga and Biaggi by roughly a race win with two races to go. The title will be (or was...time zones are a bitch) decided today. Point being, SpeedTV (or whatever the fuck they call it), has trumped coverage of said races in favor of NASCAR Tunervision and a few episodes of Chop Cut Retard. I can understand broadcasting what the sponsors pay for, but this is absolutely ridiculous. Those fuckers need to understand that I spend all day in front of a computer at work...what in thee bloody hell am I supposed to do to kill the time if I have to wait until Tuesday evening to look at motorcycle racing related websites?!?!? Oh well...fuck it! At least I'll get to finally find out the thread count in Buddy Lee Gordon's bedspread...Thank you NASCRIBS!

Supersuckers!

Melanie and I saw the Superusuckers last. North of Grand opened. I think Pat has been lifting weights...his drums had to be crying "uncle" by the end of their set. Nice work fellas!

I was a tad worried that the Supersuckers would be too complacent and "super-suck", but I was pleasantly surprised. Also, it was a small, but quality crowd...Limke, Mr. and Mrs. Coal-burger , Mellie B., Billy T, Jeffro, Pat, Brenda, Fatty, Johnny G, Clint, Chrissy, Dougie Fizzle, Moped Mafia, Josh, Chrissa, Rad Chad, Tim the arm, Stephanie, some hot Asian chick, Mr. and. Mrs. Dave Zuck, Boyfriend Bob, Boyfriend Bob's girlfriend, some cops, Bullet Tooth, Kling, Martin Luther King Jr., Michael Joe Harper, The dude that owns Ted's Coney Island (Ted?), Daggers, T-Ray, Sal, Gus the planner, tits, North of Grand, and a bunch of bro-dudes from the Liar's Club.

Anyway...great show. Rontrose and I exchanged email addys so I could send him some Jew-core records. Afterwards, we ate cold Mc Donalds's in the car and then went to GT and got drunker-er.