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British rules driving-wise (roundabouts & kilometers/hour)

These crabs were on the roads everywhere,
so they became our first roadkill victims of the night

Hotel pool was heated with some heavy Euro jock talk (???)

These iguana fuckers were cruising around everywhere

And feeling sexy!!!

Cayman monopoly money. Who’s that bitch they put on all the money??? Ali??

This is the first time Davis has drank anything in about 20 years,
so it was a monumental occasion.

Cayman has a small 60,000 sq ft. skatepark,but more on that later, but not much

...cause it was a rainy day in hell.

Here’s the gatekeeper.

And our buddy Satan.

Hell Rocks!!!

I’m not really sure what these things were, but they had them around everywhere.
I think they grow plants, or dwarves live in them.

How did this get in there????

So back to the Cayman Islands Skatepark

This one’s called Black Pearl, arrrggghhh!!!!

The Pirates were here.

And they put some finishing touches of their own on the park. Beach shells.

Conch shell ladders.

Brain coral coping

Huge overhangs

And general places where the pirates hide out from the hot sun.
After a while the sun would take it’s toll on you & beat you
into submission whether you liked it or not.

So yeah, the beach was pretty crowded today.

So...we think the person in the background of this photo was getting
a blowjob in the water, but it might have been our imagination.

I’m not really sure what this means either,
but along those lines it definitely means something.

Some people just can’t follow the rules, so now everybody suffers.
Apparently this doesn’t apply to fucking Shaggy’s music, though.

The Suga man rolled up on the beach in style.

More lifestyle flix

So we return to the land of convenience, this is the dashboard cooler set-up
Dodge Avenger-style. Good idea, but unfortunately, you’re probably
better off storing dog turds in here.

The Mexican’s latest motion picture epic includes some pretty extreme
filming angles of the Texas & Louisiana countryside

My photo blog will now include some really artsy photo angles of bridges & shit

The swamplands (aka Louisiana Saturday nights!!!)

So we finally get to New Orleans, and the first thing we see is this guy who decides he’s just going to go ahead & try to spray us with the fire hydrant. Poor execution.

Some people say it’s kind of wild, I know. But, if you’re trying to
get us to flash tits on Bourbon Street, it’s really not that hard.

There are 3 assholes in this photo. Now find them!

Going through life with the blinders on.
And a bag full of wafting shit under your tail!!!

These things were all over the place, painted different colors. I think it’s good luck if you go ahead and hump every one of them that you see.

Not really sure what these towers are,
but I can guarantee you they are some extremely important old shit.

They wouldn’t even let us near them!!!

Mud flaps!!!

The roaches in New Orleans are exactly the same!!!
How about that? Unless we actually brought this one with us.

This photo would be way more funny if it moved,
cause he was convulsing at the time. He’s just not as cool standing still.

This guy really fell off the wagon

We left New Orleans the next day. Destination: Hammond, Louisiana. We got to skate the Hammond park for all of 10 minutes when the skies decided to open up...

...and the torrential rain & lighting literally drove our ass out of town.
We took it as a sign. Back on the road.

Although it wasn’t raining, we were dealing with a heavy mid-day heatstroke situation. We skated for a while, but it just might have been one of the hottest days on earth.

We didn’t eat or have anything to drink that morning.

So eventually we all crumbled in the midday heat.

Got the hell out of dodge, and ended up in...

We met up with a couple of Oklahoma locals,
but they weren’t very friendly & didn’t talk much.

So we took it to the streets of the old OKC

and found a little place called Bricktown.

A river ran through it

and a huge inflatable dragon guarded it.

We’re driving along the old Route 66. Destination: Amarillo, Texas
What’s this by the side of the road???

How random is this tourist attraction???

The old Cadillacs with the noses sticking in the ground.
(Weren’t they in one of the Vacation movies???)

They even let you paint on them if you want to.

So on to the skatepark...

Lot’s of fun times here, normal weather...

...and lots of shade as long as you decide to stay inside the pipe.

After Amarillo Texas we went to check out some rocks in Aztec, New Mexico.

And in case you’re wondering, all the photos have been in chronological order so far.

So we’re talking about another marathon overnight drive. Texas à New Mexico,
with a short jaunt in Albuquerque, the party town of knuckleheads.

But you have to admit, the Aztecs were really doing it with the whole rock thing

Could be the highlight of the trip...maybe. Or maybe we were just
waiting for all the rain clouds to just leave for a little while.

So we could make it down to the skatepark & partake in the evening sesh. This park meant business!!! Unfortunately, this was the only picture we got of the actual park. Here’s a NM local, Slice. Not because that’s his real name, but because I forget right now.

Back to Texass... again!!!!

Did I forget to mention that this photo blog was brought to you by Satan beer???

Check out Satan getting nasty!!! Ladies, I think you know
what old Satan is talking about here. I thought so!

Satan can be purchased at the country’s largest Whole Foods
in Austin Texas, home of the original Whole Foods Market!!!

Of course, when in Rome...

The Lone Stars sit shotgun!!!

We made it to the newly completed skatepark over in Round Rock,
Texas (with lights!!). Check out Gramps on the right. He’s ruling it.

Texas has a lot of characters. I forget this guy’s name too,
but let’s just go ahead & call him Cooter.

And can’t forget about the old Piss Bucket (never forget a good nickname).

Cooter was getting out of control!!

Reynosa

Nuevo Progreso

Of course there’s always the Rio Grande, perfect for swimming

Birds killing snakes, pretty standard

Bloodline’s keeping it caliente down here!!!

Aye yeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

We also were forced to take it to the streets. El Paso to Juarez

and still not really sure where we ended up

Cause when ya hot...

Does anybody know where I can find the latest
issue of ‘69’ or maybe ‘Diabetes’ the mag??

Or a place where I can find a little ass to tickle???

I like to call this picture, ‘Holmes’. Cause Holmes had it going on.

Lucha Libre

The Wild-er West

Getting hassled going back into your own country is a drag.
Having to wait in a line is tragic. Anybody need a BCS??? Bueno.