You might think that bag has shoes, pads, and a helmet in it, but it more likely has a couple Pull-Ups, a box of Teddy Grahams, a sippy cup of apple juice, possibly a small porta-pottie, and Rose's favourite Dora doll.
This is the scene, old dudes strapping up, stretching, installing all sorts of pads, braces and wraps over injuries we like to talk about. And yeah, sometimes one Dewalt radio just isn't enough.
The line-up...(I might be laughing about the 5yr old sneakers Rob is wearing).
Honourary Old Man, Steve waiting obediantly. We only keep him around cause he takes nice pictures of us once in awhile.
And he can bust huge airs like this. No focus, I wasn't ready, sorry.
Umm, I turned up the smell exposure on my camera so you get to check out Chris' pads...you smell that? Gross eh? They're cracked, the padding is falling out, and they smell like death. Look around you Chris, 187, hello? You need to do a 187 on THOSE frigging things. Greg and I were talking about what the smell compared to, and the closest thing (we could think of) was an old Grizzly bear smoking a mouldy cigar that had just had sex and eaten a salmon that had just spawned and was half dead.
Greg hitting the hip. Someone else should take this picture, its' dope. Like with a real camera.
Zach zipping through ze round bowl, oblivious to the joke John just told Chris.
And, the President.
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