diary of a scab

Exactly what it sounds like. I couldn't have made this post possible without these contributing factors: Bomb H., Drunk Mike, Bikes with no brakes and only one gear, Beer that has 710 ml in each canister X 2, the beach, salt water, infectious diseases, antibodies, limbs, sand, tourists, anticipation of stoop bbq's, days off, 50 spf, won ton soup, budwieser merch, piling out and blowing it.
day 1 - no prrrrooblem!
day 2 - sure! lets go to the lake, looking good!

day 3 - damn...that lake fucked up my leg.
day 5 - still pussing.
Sorry about making you puke in your own mouth then swallow it again. Well, see ya.