Hey, I Got a Good One for Ya...

Why was Bunker Hill slippery?

The British were coming!

If you missed the 3rd Annual OMA BBQ in Phoenix, you missed hours of laughter over that joke. Yes, THAT very joke. I know - and you know - that joke is NOT funny. But, in AZ that joke was hilarious! That's how much fun was flowin' - everything was funny! And everything was fun!

You also missed in depth discussions about the difference between a KY booger and and AZ booger. I think all agreed that the KY variety, complete with crusty tip and the occasional comet tail that streams out from its hiding place behind your eyeball, is much more satisfactory than the small dry flakes produced by the dust in AZ.

You missed dinner at the Pink Taco. Which, despite what the implications of the name, is substantially different than a Box Lunch at the Y.

You missed a daily 6:45am reverie from Jon's Butt Trumpet.

You missed the gaseous outrageousness that coined the new slogan "Concretins Stink!"

You missed the true definition of 'Hella Pukin,' a relatively new skate term that refers to effects of someone getting sick air, but in AZ meant that Nik was streamin from both ends. Fortunately, it only affected one day of skatin'.

You missed rockin out to Sir Mix-a-lot, Criss Cross, Public Enemy, Vanilla Ice, LL Cool J, and a host of others on the Old School Hip Hop Radio Station.

You missed being treated like a Concretin!

Oh, and you missed some killa skatin, but somebody else with have to tell you about that - I didn't snap a single pic.

I took these when I got home, tho' - the perfect example of the aforementioned 'crusty-tip-with-comet-tail-from-behind-the-eyeball' - this one complete with blood! In between the windows, no less! Ah, The Joys of Child Rearing!