stories about flicks

sup all fans, new safblog poster here, tryna start things off right. i got a bunch of flicks saved up and finally begged the ceo enough to let me post them.  thank lucifer and hail the kings of willoughby. let's get started:

the son of piff gettin' it at the saf premier this weekend. hoder's ramp is ridiculous(ly good). even more ridiculous when a bunch of girls are sitting all around it. accidental skateboards to the dome nahmean?

we said 'jeremy how'd you get so good' and he responded 'a steady diet of cheese'. serious levels of communication going on right here, waveylengths connected, third eyes unblinking.

this fool right here earned those burgers. killed the ramp all night at the saf premier. fucking whitecastle took so long to give me my dirty burgers.

fuck whitecastle, shit is for only for emergencies. get some safburgers going on the grill, call your grandma and tell her to look on the stomach of her neighbors cat. we wrote the recipe there.

gettin' a lil' twist with the burgers. we all had a rough week, someone popped don lucciano's tire and kev and i popped off some thesis bullshit off for college. responsibilities like jobs and college can suck a dick. responsibilities in general.

TWO SOLDIERS, HEAD OF THE PACK, MATTER OF FACT WHO GOT THE GAT? AND WHERE MY ARMY AT?

managed to cop a non FBR picture of kev. this photo makes me think about that clipse lyrics that's something like 'the three behind mine, they be the clique, so much ice in they rollies they shit don't tick'. they're obviously talking about maybachs and rolexs and more material things though. all we got over here is piff.

 -dustybalogna