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Monday, January 31, 2011
Jury Duty ... this is the end
Why can't jury duty be like this , why can't Paulie Shore be here but no instead I must listen to old ass men tell tales of drinking and hitting on "young tail" and cheating the system whatever that means . Congrats God you win !!!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Good Times
had some of the crew over for brews. im pretty sure i drank and smoked my weight in ciggs and beers
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Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Glory Days
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I got that knot in the back of my throat
As the time goes by... Things get acomplished...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
No Words
Sometimes you have to remember that everyone has there own idea of cool! It doesn't make them wrong if they are the only person that gets it. All that is true except for this guy. This thing sucks! What was he thinking. Do they not have Big Rigs in Cuba?

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Location:Some third world country
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
So Close yet...So Far
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Exhausted
Progress...
we dig em and so should you
our buddy greg created his own clothing company. his digs are sweet so go check him out and spend all your money you cheap bastards.
http://www.whiskeythievesstore.com/
http://www.whiskeythievesstore.com/
Friday, January 14, 2011
An ADB Christmas

It was the night before Christmas,
And I was having a snooze,
Because it was 3a.m and I had drank to much booze,
Then something awoke me and I thought it was snores,
But I looked in my bed and there was three sleeping whores,
So I went to the window to see what I could see,
And there the all were the members of the ADB,
There bikes all roaring no patches on they're back,
And thats when I saw Santa at the head of the pack,
So I threw on my clothes and I ran outside,
Because this could only mean one thing Santa needed a protection ride,
A ride at this time of night we must be insane,
But as I started my bike Santa gave me a bump of cocaine,
So off we rode from city to city,
And in every town the women showed us there titties,
We partied for days until there was nothing left,
We had drank all our booze and snorted all our meth,
Santa said "I should go if I want to make it home by night!"
So we padded him on the back and gave him our last Tecate Light,
So this was the best holidays I can say by far,
But the next time I do heroin with Santa I'm staying away from the Black tar!!!!
Merry ADB Christmas,
Brother Pease
Like a virgin
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