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.

I hate to have to trump your post JLo, **but there ain’t no party like a search term party! ‘cause a search term party don’t stop!**Whatever. Time has come, though, to let you all know some of the more assinine phrases we have encountered lately. From time to time it seems a person sees fit to fire up Google and enter a string of utter nonsense. “Show me what you are made of, Google.” Google seems to think an appropriate response to these queries is throwing up a middle finger and a link to bouncerblog.com. Thanks Eric Schmidt. Here is your handy work: freemos pizza–mo’ pizza mo’ fun. I checked this one out…we are number five on a google search for this term. Heeeeey! schweitzer fluid–This actually has come up more than once. I find it amusing to picture the poor bolo tie-wearing bastard who so desperately seeks information about Schweitzer fluid that he clicks on “Montana Bouncers in Action” as a last ditch effort. More than once. Plus, after this post, bouncerblog.com will have mentioned Schweitzer fluid three times…you are screwed, buddy. ass story–? ear bar–What bubba keg–There have been a few months where these little guys kept us interested in blogging. Thanks Bubba Kegs. beer bellies–I suppose this is easier to type than “pictures of NateDawg and Bouncer B.O.B hangin’ out”…the capitalization and grammatical marks get to be too much. slegion com–I suspect this was keyed in at the Janes’s compound at around four in the morning. “What’s Griff and Swanny’s website called slegion com?…dot gov?…look, Frank shit on the wall!” cute little rats–Bev and her boyfriend stripper bar bozeman–Josh ass shot–Bev tribute to the hoff–and… brokeback mountain the hoff–I take pride in the inevitable fact that there are some Hoff fansite webmasters seeing a decline in traffic due to my post. Nerds. leather pants–I love ’em too…but you better ask Jeeves. tony roof blog–I wonder if this exists. Maybe you should grab the domain name, ShirtShop, just to be on the safe side. hawaii bar shirtless–see leather pants working on colt .45–This is one of my favorites. I can see two sticky situations:

1. I have only sucked the neck off this bottle of low grade malt liquor and my fellow gang members are about ready to see me puke all over myself, and
2. my god, I can’t believe I knocked back two fortys at lunch…how am I going to get this goddam bank statement reconciled? wwkfd–K Fed is probably checking out my MySpace account right now. We’re tight like that. tweaker daryl–Agggghhhh!!!Show me your conservation license and upland bird stamp!!!Mind if I vaccum out your glove compartment!!! razadecaza–tippy tah dow…sempatow frankie munez shirtless–This is why I decided to put this post together. You sick bastard. I hope you have that image in your head all day too. See ya.