Fucking Hell

   Ain't heard from brother Ray in a couple of weeks. Turns out, it's because he's in prison. I heard this in Cow Town yesterday from brother Dave who is going to prison tomorrow. Bad month to be a friend of mine.

My Day

   Today, I spent nine and a half hours wholly focused on a single task. I really do love tedious and involved projects (not kidding) because I enjoy those times when I can zone in on something that others usually can't stand to do for more than ten minutes and produce something that is just absolutely rock solid. I enjoyed it so much I stayed an hour and a half late and worked it through my lunch which I reluctantly took.
   The thing i was working on was how a one-line question in an email about a single thing can have four hundred and twenty eight (literally) answers and absolutely no resolution! The only person on my list that can appreciate that statement for what it is knows who he is and probably knows exactly what I'm talking about. 
  This was a project I have wanted to do since I've been at my company and today, I finally did it. I entitled the file "Mein Kampf". My sole goal is to take this highly involved nine and a half hours of work and get ANYBODY of significance to look at it for more than fifteen seconds.

Cow Town Rally Yesterday

    Rode out to Cow Town yesterday for that rally. Went there last year too. Good turnout. Lot more club guys there than I remember seeing last year, including two clubs that I didn't think even "got along". The band that was there was called Triple Addiction and they were friggin' kids! But they fucking jammed although I think the rhythm guitar player (on the right in the picture below) needs a shock collar or something so he'd move or at the very least change his facial expression. Maybe look like he's having fun or something.  Anyway, the band is called that because the guitar player, the drummer and the bass player are actually triplets. Don't think I've ever seen triplets before except maybe in the circus or something. Whatever, they were good. The rally was almost identical to last years the way it was laid out except I didn't see the booth with the guy selling Mexican wrestling masks. Maybe he had a bout or something...

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Very Very Good Weekend

Put 320 miles on the bike, went to the Poconos, hung out with Nance and Av, drank a case of beer and had no hangover, went to Lake Wallenpaupak... what more could ya want? A windshield maybe....

It's Nerd-Time!

If you don't know what this is, well, can't help ya...
But, if you do, enjoy!

Emailed From Brother Dave

I'm the goofball one in from the right. Poker run.

Today's Ride

We went to Motts-something somewhere near AC. I never lead these rides so I never have to know shit. Rode with Dave, Eddie, Lee, Joel, Joel's old lady, Aaron and his old lady Tracy.

Me

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Gwyneth Paltrow, Gangsta Biznatch?

   I read a story in the "news" today that Gwyneth Paltrow is taking some shit for posting a pic of herself with Jay Z and Beyonce with the caption "Niggas in paris for real". This tweet has officially moved Gwyneth Paltrow out of first place on my personal "Whitest White Woman on the Planet" list and into second. I would like to congratulate Queen Elizabeth for her new number one status.
   I have a friend who has been telling me all along that Gwyneth Paltrow was Equinsu Ocha. My friend, Daruka Patel, has been insisting for years that he was in a club in NYC and he bumped into Gwyneth at the bar and she said "hey fuck you you chink bitch gook". Daruka also told me that after he informed her that he was Indian, she patted her hand on her mouth, went "woo woo woo woo woo", did like a rain dance and then kicked a dwarf square in the nuts. He said she also did the Zena-yell and ate a shot-glass.
  I never believed him until now. 

Awesome Day!

I went for a ride today in a 1926 Ford and a ride with my bro's. Excellent day! 

Hope yours was as good as mine!

Who I Am

I am a good person who does a lot of bad shit with good intentions.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Justice

  I was at my boy Ray's house today and Ray requested my participation on a possible special ride soon with all the boys. There's a principal at his daughter's school that "likes to touch little girls". Having two daughters of my own, I am all there. We may show up there to give him our opinion of that. 

Bad-O's Song of the Day

This tasty tasty groove is all in French and kicks ass from the get-go straight through to the very end... enjoy

My Most Prized Possesion

This has been through every awful and great part of my life. This is me, in wooden form. It even has tattoos. It is worthless to everyone in the world except me.

Grand Canyon

   My boy Ray is determined to be a guitar player. I jam with Ray all the time and he plays drums. Ray is all cool with playing my songs. He likes my stuff. He wants me to show him how to play some of it. Honestly, I couldn't teach the best player in the world to play four seconds of what I do. Don't get me wrong, I ain't stroking myself or patting myself on the back or nothing like that at all. It would just be impossible. It's a huge chasm between being a player and just playing for the love of it. Sometimes, I really think it might be better to just be a player.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

My Harley Is Filthy

I get some shit from my bros about my bike being filthy dirty. My philosophy is that any day that is nice enough to wash my bike is even better to ride it. Filthy? Fuck yeah it is.

Poker Run Today

Went on a poker run today with my boy Ray, Mike, the two Daves, Billy, Joel, and Ray's neighbor and his old lady to benefit Boy Scout Troop 54. Ray won the Poker Run with a full house, aces over nines.

  Today is May 2nd. Today's holidays are as follows; Baby Day. I don't know any any babies, so fuck 'em, I guess. It's also Brother and Sisters' Day. I'm a brother and I have a sister, so I can legitimately celebrate this day. 
  With that, to my sister, on our special day, fuck you in the ass with a cactus. Rot in hell, you miserable bitch. Say hi to mom while you're there.

Sunday

   Sunday, my best friend in the world called me to say hello. I'm not one for the phone, I'm not a caller. Makes me a dick, I guess. Anyway, I told him what I did. While others have met my "what I did" with compassionate revulsion, he said "aw dude, I wish I would've known, I'd'a been right there to join you".
   Brother, you fucking rock and I love you, man. That's why you're my best friend.