so back in the day with the two of the greatest writers that have ever lived, Bloat One and Stok...we had one of many nights out in the oakland area. much like any other night, the bombing piss tickled the senses..everyone has to take their bombing piss...be it nerves or too much beer or water, you gotta take the fucking piss..its a natural ice breaking night making moment that every ground pounder has every active night of their carreer..so, we had to pull over and commence evacuation when i stumbled upon this...a tree with a fucking dick on it..pretty much the manliest piece of plant life around...this stud lives in the parking lot of a church in a nice piece of prime wall space in oakland...if it doesnt inspire you to rock out with that knot out then i dont know where you do your painting...
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