Steph, Megs, and I stumbled across this sumbitch at Canyon Ferry this weekend…sometime after a swimming competition that my landlocked ass won. Hurray.

This is about a six foot bull snake, minus head. I bravely managed to break the things neck, and then to decapitate it with my Wal-Mart purchased, four dollar machete. Thuggish ruggish. I think the blade is still in the Codymeister’s boat, and that my odds of seeing it again are slim.

Just a quick one here–> I am baffled by the following: Which is sweeter?

My Silverado SS, or…

Lil’ dude’s mullet.

Sorry for the lag in posts. Not really though; I have been busy. Between my buying the SS, skipping across Canyon Ferry on Dave’s jet ski, and beautifying various yards of Gallatin County, I have not had a surplus of time to keep our fan’s thirst for nonsense quenched. Lets get up to speed. Gory shit first. Leaving the bar on Friday night, we noticed some bouncers from the R Bar hosing down the sidewalk in front of the bar. Blood everywhere, gun involved, etc. As luck would have it, the mess was from my buddy Dane. Say hi Dane.

This pic was taken at the ER early Saturday morning. He is fine…a concussion and a few stitches. Bad deal though. Apparently some concert promoters beat the shit out of Dane, worked over my buddy Meiss, and pulled a handgun to keep people from assisting. Gutless cock suckers if you ask me. Next, and even more disturbing, comes the subject of my eating habits as of late. Albertson’s has three dozen eggs for a dollar right now, (Voy–get in on this) so quite naturally I have two dozen eggs hard boiled in my fridge. What do I have for dinner you ask…

Fried Spam and my weight in iced tea, of course. And a multi-vitamin, because I am healthy like that. Healthy enough to wipe out twenty nine breaded shrimp in a sitting, (I know you are secretly impressed, Meg) or perhaps a healthier pound and a half of non breaded shrimp with butter.

Plus, for a guy without a sweet tooth, I have been eating far too many Reese’s Cups. Gross.

Post some stuff, teens. We love content. I am toying with the idea of having a weird beard weekend, and with really embarrassing B.O.B. with some hot action shots. Until then, hang loose.

Hey teens. I figured that it is due time I give the fans a photo summary of the goings on at Morrison Design and Landcape, in the beautiful Gallatin County, MT.

Figure it out for yourselves, y’all. Pump up the jam. Pump pump pump up the jam.

I was looking for some more Sugarhill Gang Apache video content for my sweet MySpace profile, when I stumbled across this gem. Has anyone else noticed that bouncerblog has next to nothing to do with the Legion anymore? Griff gets punched in the head last week, Ken Marty and Bus get into an altercation regarding a big hat, and I keep throwing up retarded video posts. Something seems to be working…we ended up with 264 unique visitors in one twenty-four hour period and have crushed our previous monthly bests. Here you go teens. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eTKL8MNH95Q" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

I would hang out with this dude.

I cannot keep the public waiting. At a three to zero vote, more Hot or Not’s wins the poll. Here you go. Hot or NotI did however provide one vote, and presume that Kyle and my mom were the other two. Whatever.

I just returned home from an epic Yukon retrieval mission…I am hoping that 46 ounces (fl.) of V8, 24 ounces (fl.) of Mountain Dew, and 32 ounces (fl.) of Xzude sports drink will relieve me of this fucking headache.

Last night was less like this, and more like HatShop and I acting like two Down’s kids. Sorry Kyle. Sorry Bob.

HatShop and I will likely end up shirtless tonight. Watch out.