THE OFFICIAL X-GAMES BLOG OF GNARLINESS AND WHOA, BRA
August 1, 2008What up, D-slice? Are you inhaling the toxic Xicity, living the forbidden gnarl, and absorbing the sweaty knee pad as much as I am? Radical!
A thousand pardons. I can’t do this.
Goddammit, this blogger’s alphabet runs A through W. The X-games to a dude like me…pointless.
“Ooo, my motorcycle goes faster or higher than your ATV. Suck lead, turdbro!”
The sole ecksception is if a dude plummets from the stratosphere onto a hard, padless floor. In this case, I want a nameless brethen of sport to call me 13 seconds beforehand to tell me that it’s going to occur. At this time, I will find ESPN2 on the cathode tube as well as a strategicallee placed champagne bottle to drop this blogger’s monocle in out of shock when the free fall takes place.
OOOOOO! SICK AIR!!!
–The Egalitarian
