Let's get down to business, shall we?
I saw this prime photobomb in the new issue of ROAD Magazine, and within an hour, no fewer than three people brought it to my attention as well;

For those of you smooshing your eyeballs out of your head while rubbing them in disbelief, here is a detail of the ad;

I'm curious where the photo editor for that particular advertising firm is working today.

As has been commented many times in the past, HTATBL tends to be a rapid fire bombardment of random links, thoughts and photos, but I usually am able to tie them all together with some amount of cohesiveness (cohesivtivity to those of you in Santa Cruz, cause supposebly if your not dumb, that is a word). Now, I don't quite know if it's because my ADD has gotten worse, or I've just ended up with considerably more fodder and no concise way to connect it, but much like watching a gorilla flinging his poo, you might want to duck and take cover cause stuff is gonna be going everywhere.

You all may have seen this around before, but if not, all I have to say is that some guys have all the luck.

From Ghostship Matt I got this clip;

I find myself particularly drawn to the video's commenter called Admiral Pooarms who simply stated "I saw Slayer the other night, and I yelled Slayer a looot."

I would consider myself a typical Slayer fan, and I can say with the utmost certainty that I've never "literally just out of nowhere" said that.

I'm not entirely sure how he did it, but Loudass has somehow cracked the super secret future Swobo t-shirt idea vault and forwarded on to me one of my favorite picks;

I would suspect that the following individual might be first in line when the production run becomes available;

That man is riding one of those new fangled fixed wheel bicycles, and while we're on the subject of such things, I came across this bit on the Mobius Cycles blog concerning The Urban Outfitters Fixie Death Machine, or from what this day forward will be known as T.U.O.F.D.M., which under normal circumstances I would buy in a heartbeat just based on the name alone, but considering exactly what it is they're referring to, I will have to rely on my Stevil Kinevil brand 10 Foot Pole® with which not to touch it.

As fate would have it, the very day I got my Stevil Kinevil brand 10 Foot Pole's® patent finalized, DPow! sent me this link for Men With Sticks.

Obviously those guys know how to have a good time.

Not alot unlike this shot that was sent to me from Joe"you-can-have-my-blow-
dryer-when-you-pry-it-from-my-cold-dead-fingers"Parkin of Fumy Beppu in the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe proving once and for all why he was signed to the Skil team, and that maybe they should eventually change their name to Skillz;

Now, of course it probably says more about the general level of class, or perhaps the lack there of that exists among this community that we have here, that this link, as well as this link were both sent to me a slew of times in the last 72 hours.

I'm at such a loss, I can't even come up with something snarky to write in response.

That is right up there with getting your dog a set of prosthetic post-neutering nuts.

My god, human beings are a freakish sort...

Strangely, it only stands to reason that I should follow that up with this flyer sent to me from Robert;

When is a lion not a lion?

Of course when it's a dog;

And now we've come full circle.

There I was foolishly thinking I wasn't going to be able to tie all of this together.

On that note I offer you both a firm handshake AND a rigorous bout of intercourse as well as a hearty wish for a fantastic week's end.

Poaching this last clip from our friends at Urban Velo, I've found a brilliant candidate for today's Friday (on Thursday) Hero.

Matt Gilman is a badass.

In closing, like Jim "I've-got-hair-like-Joe-Parkin" Morrison once said- 'break on through to the other side', which in this instance I suppose might mean to keep your wits about you until the real honest to goodness weekend rolls around and it is then that you are free to go completely bananas..

Congratulations, folks. You've earned it.