Tweet
Here’s how it works. Bad is good and good is bad. The shackles of consequence no longer imprison us. This is the ride of free spirit, indulgence and liberation. We all get up in our own little worlds, lift some weights like we do every morning, look in the mirror at our six pack abs, bulging biceps and huge intimidating manhoods. Yeah baby, groovy.
Tarlam takes the wheel with the skill of Dale Earnhardt and the balls of Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven. He opens his flask of whisky, takes a shot and fires up the engine. Remember, bad is good and good is bad. The more Tarlam drinks, the better he drives. He slams his foot down, leaving San Francisco like a bat out of hell. He picks up Madtown, Bretsky, Harvey, woodbuck, bulldog, mob deep, Partial, Nutz, Tank, Ballhawk, HH, Skin, Swede, Freakout, retailguy, LL2, Scott Cambell, BF4MVP, guiness, Zool, Red, ND72, Motlife, fritzdontblitz, Rastak (a converted Packer fan from Minnesota), Badgerinmaine, Orgeon, Vince, Fosco, Iron Mike, Esoxx, Little Whiskey, KY, Kiwan, gbgary, carolina, Shadow, Tony Oday, CharlesWoodson, Tyrone bigguns, Wist, Patler, Merlin, mraynrand, joemailman, numb, mmmdk, idle, packfaninmd and anyone else who wants a ride on the groovy, psychedelic superbowl bus. Finally we stop in Milwaukee to pick up all of the PR gals who are being pampered by the Midwest’s finest stud muffin masseuse, Brett. I know what you guys are thinking, this is going to be a major drag, right? These girls are going to bring reality to the liberation cruise. Well, it’s not happening. We’re all the man in this world and they want nothing more but to please us (and each other if Bretsky so wishes). The wives and girlfriend are on too, but instead of laying down the law and shaping us up, they just pump up our egos and following our directions. Also, in this world, we are always right and smarter than they are.
Off we go, boobies bouncing, drinks spilling, joints burning. It’s the 2008 Psychedelic Super Bowl Bus. Nothing is bad, everything good. Enjoy the ride and the high
Tarlam takes the wheel with the skill of Dale Earnhardt and the balls of Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven. He opens his flask of whisky, takes a shot and fires up the engine. Remember, bad is good and good is bad. The more Tarlam drinks, the better he drives. He slams his foot down, leaving San Francisco like a bat out of hell. He picks up Madtown, Bretsky, Harvey, woodbuck, bulldog, mob deep, Partial, Nutz, Tank, Ballhawk, HH, Skin, Swede, Freakout, retailguy, LL2, Scott Cambell, BF4MVP, guiness, Zool, Red, ND72, Motlife, fritzdontblitz, Rastak (a converted Packer fan from Minnesota), Badgerinmaine, Orgeon, Vince, Fosco, Iron Mike, Esoxx, Little Whiskey, KY, Kiwan, gbgary, carolina, Shadow, Tony Oday, CharlesWoodson, Tyrone bigguns, Wist, Patler, Merlin, mraynrand, joemailman, numb, mmmdk, idle, packfaninmd and anyone else who wants a ride on the groovy, psychedelic superbowl bus. Finally we stop in Milwaukee to pick up all of the PR gals who are being pampered by the Midwest’s finest stud muffin masseuse, Brett. I know what you guys are thinking, this is going to be a major drag, right? These girls are going to bring reality to the liberation cruise. Well, it’s not happening. We’re all the man in this world and they want nothing more but to please us (and each other if Bretsky so wishes). The wives and girlfriend are on too, but instead of laying down the law and shaping us up, they just pump up our egos and following our directions. Also, in this world, we are always right and smarter than they are.
Off we go, boobies bouncing, drinks spilling, joints burning. It’s the 2008 Psychedelic Super Bowl Bus. Nothing is bad, everything good. Enjoy the ride and the high
lets ride until we reach the desert!!!
Bring back Tarlam with the rest of us passengers and have someone more organized and direction-oriented like MJZiggy, GBrulz, or Madtown driving the bus.
Comment