Tyson doesn't put his iPhone down.
"C-Low," "Four-Five-Six," "The Three Dice Game," "Chinchirorin," "Clack Clack" whatever you call it, was all the rage this weekend.
"Liquor Legs" and his cowboy boots.
You dont fuck with this stance.
Business in the front....
Party in the back.
Dreamteam.
Fred killed it.
But not hard enough.
Goltz passed out at like 1:30 pfffftttt...
So we fucked with him.
Mike was still hyped though.
So was Fred.
Goltz leads Mike follows.
The clack clack continued deep into the night.
Started the morning with ill Hawaiian shirts and coffee...
BATB3...
And some virtual shredsticking.
Commit or Quit production crew.
Everyone warmed up on flatty.
While Scott sunk deeper and deeper into debt.
Blowing on the dice should help.
1st spot.
Mike was hyped on his hangover.
Tyson dropped some hammys.
American Spirits team.
You got a banana in your pocket, or you just happy to see me?
Thinking about his 6th grade girlfriend.
Strapped.
Good ol' spitshine.
Goltz slacked.
Fred stacked.
So did Alex.
And Tyson.
Sweaty fucks.
Next spot.
Bitchin gap bro.
Scott had a knuckle sandwich waiting for anyone who pussed out.
Ricky was in the stealth sniper mode.
Scott and Nate fought to the death for the bangerangle.
Fred Tan.
Mikes ollie got the Fred Tan seal of approval.
Lurked soo hard.
Stack...
And slack.
More clack clack.
Scotts C-Low debt> U.S. National debt.
This rail is an Insta-bust.
These benches are mildly cool.
The ledges werent up to Evasion standards.
Flatspots fuck yeah.
We rolled deeeeep.
Tyson was over it.
Blue steel.
The Peanut Gallery.
Rained out.
Mobbed over to Chipotle.
Tyson wasn't cool enough to sit with us.
Wittman is though.
Rollin down Orange.
Downtown lurk.
Thank god this shit spot was fenced off.
Lurked hard through the city.
New arena looks tight.
Tyson couldn't figure out this contraption.
Clive rolled back into town.
"Turns out she was my 6th grade girlfriend."
We started beer pong at 3AM.
Good old Southgate beer pong with a closet door.
Good morning sunshine.
I call this one "Mocha Laughter"
Sunshine State.
TJ's for Breakfast doesn't compare to Malibus.
Lurked all day Sunday.
Tyson got all spiffeyed up.
KELLY CLARKSON.
Clippers died halfway through.
Me and barsin lurked the roof.
The new hangout.
Gutter inspection.
Tyson can juggle like a champ.
Freepark blows.
This is the only cool thing at freepark.
