CO wrote in and threw the hell out of the gauntlet, which by the way, we will absolutely make a whole lot of fun of you if you actually attempt to undertake;

"(Regarding Loudasses bit on Monday) Are you sure you talked to a real black dude….or a sorta black dude?? The chick that told me that has spent the last 4 years in Vermont so she should know!

I have a HTATBL challenge-
Anyone that can subsist on, for the month of February:

1) Budweiser

2) Bacon

3) 2 glasses of water a day

Will receive:

1) My Budweiser Sweater

2) My Oakley Eye Shields (big ass Hampsten styleee)

3) 1 pr of Original Vans RAD Edition kicks (SE Colors)

I checked with two dudes who claim to be lawyers, and I am un-sueable, due to the fact that the next of kin will only get the above shit, cause that’s about all I gots. My dad claims it can’t be done….

Any takers,
CO"

Man, that makes my little trivia questions look absolutely pale by comparison.
Again, I need to say that this in no way is a dare on behalf of Swobo. Its not that we think it cant be done, but were just saying were not responsible if you try it. Like those disk jockeys in Sacramento who egged a lady on to drink a bunch of water so shed get a XBox or some crap, and as a result died of water intoxication.

Yeah, were not going down that road.

But COs challenge brings to mind something that aside from Bacon and Budweiser is near and dear to my heart. The 'Would You Rather' game.
When I used to wrench at bike shops, wed spend hours batting the grossest of the gross back and fourth to one another. Its the kind of game that allows you to take an unblinking gaze inside yourself.

Example- Would you rather eat an over cooked steak and pint of whole milk, three meals a day for a year, or a single gumball sized morsel of your own poo once a day for a week?

Now obviously, ether route you take is going to have extraordinarily unpleasant results, but which is going to be less so?

Or this one- would you rather dance everywhere for a year... Everywhere you are when standing, youre dancing. Get it?
In line for the bank, the shower, your Nanas funeral, in front of your boss, getting fired.....Everywhere.
Or spend 6 months straight, 24 hours a day, wearing gigantic orange headphones that play Slayers 'Angel of Death', over and over and over again, out of only one side?

Yeah, you get back to me on that.

Anyway, back to COs challenge. If you decide to do it, its all on you. Hell- its not like its very far from the diet of Loudass or 65% of the South anyway.

The Skipper and I have a challenge that we will back up though. Were here warming up the new Swobo credit card on personal internet purchases and were wondering if any of you think youre tough enough to step to us upon the arrival of our new hardware?
At some point one of you will be speaking with The Skipper on the phone and the conversation will go something like this;

"Swobo- This is Colin"

"Hi Colin, hey, my mother in law got me a long sleeved jersey for my birthday, and I need a size smaller. Can I exchange it for a new one?"

"Yeah, thatll be no problem, first off all well need you to just send back the one youd like to- (SNAP!)AAAAAAHHHHHYOUHITMEINTTHECHEEK#%^&FU****IMGOINGTOKILLYOU!!!*&!*&#$%SH*TAaA
AhHhHHHUUHHHhhhh(Muffledexplatives)YOUREABOUTTOWITNESSREALPAINAAHHHHH ^%@#$%^*&UIYOUINCREDIBLESONOFABITC(muffledsobbing)....UUuugghhhh.......Ohhman..Im bleeding...uh..um...ahhh......

..Um, Im sorry.... So as I was..uh.. saying youll just need to send your old one back to us with a copy of the packing list and your R.A. number on the package..."

In other news, Wednesday was awesome. There were bikes being ridden, rad being got, beer being drank, mexican food being ate, and eventually floors being slept upon, though our evenings plans were nearly thwarted when The Skipper got hit in the eye with a drop of his chelada, resulting in an emergency eye dabbing with his own underpants.

Can you see it in your mind? Youd better, cause youre not getting any pictures from me.
Remember, this is all about your

IM-AG-IN-AT-ION.
(Mostly)

Heres another example of the power of the brain. Just two days ago I was recalling a chap I used to messenger with by the name of Richie. Then James sent this bit to El Corpo about the Mash SF Japan tour, and lo and behold, there he was hanging out with his checkered top tube pad..

Didnt I tell you he was somewhere out there riding fast and smiling?

Ok. Im done. That was a fun little exercise, wasnt it? Does your brain feel better, cause I know mine does.
(Except for the parts thats still wondering what they meant in The Great Space Coaster song by 'going toward the other side, where only rainbows hide.')

Well be back next week with more of the same old nonsense.
Say- we hope everybody has a grand weekend doing something, or someone that they love.

Over and out.

(Insert little image of magic and wonderment here.)