The Bank Job X Getting Robbed

Tonight my friend Lloyd and myself went to see The Bank Job in the always tidy suburb of Belmont, so obviously we got robbed. The movie itself was real good and was much more then the pancake thin plotlines we have come to expect from Statham's movies.





ps. If you see a man sporting a woman's coat, a broken ipod with one ear phone & a pocket full of change smack him in the mouth.

Ipod's on the go !

Fat Caps With Fortune !

12oz

Cliché USA

Well seeing as most of this blogs audience live in Australia (pretty much everybody apart from me) I thought my first post from this part of the world would be of all the stuff people here take for granted and people in some other parts of the world live for...people I know anyway.


Red fire truck


Yellow taxi




Mail Services


Got to have the hard rock



Department stores


SFPD





Bums infront of burger king


Bum gretting arrested


Last but always least the crack house

To "Yeah Hommies"

He's Back !

What Weve All Been Waiting For.

runs on self satisfaction weather your are Eddie or not you'd be satisfied with your self in this whip

GOODBYE RED

Late last saturday night we sadly had to say goodbye to our brother known as Red as he made his move back to San Fransisco. As heartbreaking as this may come to our crazy-big audience he WILL be contributing from SF & be our SF link, thus justifying our blog name that you formerly sat around hating on.
We miss you Red

Bert and Ernie

Wind?

Could wind energy be the answer to the oil/energy problems of the world.

This old dude Thomas Boone Pickens is some rich american business man anyways i like what he's got to say it makes sense.... peep it

Christmas in july

Ghost Ride It

4th & 5th July

Ol' Morgan Yellow Eyes










Rawness


Smoothness




Under table dealings






Shared a doobie with tom to end the night


BOSS whip








Shrimp on the Barbie



Some handled it better than others


Pwanz made the right choice and got his own dinner


gfl on josh's bills




We dont take kindly to the sunday times

Dont ask me


Grand Pumba


Some amps acrabatics