Spending a day with B and Loudass usually results in shot gunned beers, and every sensibility within ear shot offended.
Saturday was no exception.
At one point, we, along with a young couple who rolled up next to us, were looking at a trail side memorial of flowers, various energy bars, and fruit, and were commenting on what could have been the possible fate of the person for whom it was placed, when Loudass flatly offered that hed like his memorial to be a pork sandwich and a copy of Barely Legal. The blank, and confused expressions on the couples faces were priceless.
The second Item Id like to offer, is that due to a hectic schedule on Friday, the 30 in 30 took a crap. Now Im back to square one.
Square one is a lonely, lonely place.