The first young lad to prance their lil bottom into NC Boardshop and correctly tell Mike Allen who’s grill this is wins a free NC deck. Don’t go in there and tell them that it’s Meatmool because I already did that and I got shot down. My second guess would be that it’s Mike’s girlfriend, but unfortunately we only get one guess.
I just deleted some long two paragraph story about this day with Caswell. I really hate reading stuff I just wrote, along with hearing my own voice or seeing my self in video. Does that mean I hate myself? Anyway I figured I would save you all some time so without further a due I present you with Caswell and this Smokin Tailgrab!!!!
Back in the day, I was filming Aaron Vandenbulke trying to backtail a handrail in Canada. There was about five Canadians decked out head to toe in RDS attire at the spot. That was pretty incredible in itself. Anyways, Paul Sharpe was getting antsy due to his ADD being on the heavy side that day. As I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, Paul came up to me and punched me in the balls thinking that it would be hilarious. It wasn’t. Being the sensitive sweetheart I am, you probably assume that I have really sensitive balls as well. And yes, I do. I remember thinking I could handle it and that I would get Paul back, but after a few seconds I thought I was going to barf. Yeah, getting kicked in the family jewels is pretty much my Achille’s Heel. My one weakness. I was pretty pissed and I packed up my camera gear to go lay down in the van in utter agony. Aaron was pretty upset at me for not filming his trick after my junk got squished by some knuckles. He obviously has balls of steel and didn’t understand my plight. I don’t want any of you to worry about me. My balls seem to work A-OK these days.
This part of Sharpe-Dog is f’in badass.
Meatmool will undoubtably put this part on the NC Boardshop site now. He gets most of their content from here. It’s ok cus we are all friends.
Sometimes while spelunking the deepest caves of depression, you slip and decend deeper… Usually this entails falling into a deep, dark hole full of vodka. Just when you think all is lost, you see a small beacon of light… Someone throws a string of dental floss down so you can meagerly attempt to pull yourself out. You know it’s not going to work, but at least you have a glimmer of hope. Two weeks ago, 52 seconds of Wes saved my life. Today, Ev’s throws down his clammy palm to lend a brother a hand. Neil Diamond inspired switch flip. God bless…
Falcor really wanted to get a photo at this spot. Unfortunately Carson had to be there as well to get her stubby body up on the barrier.