Alright men, Jam week #117 is here and its time to once again step it up a notch
This weeks track are Sinking Down by @JoeW723 and c-Weed by Benceneator @allynbencen
Alright men, Jam week #117 is here and its time to once again step it up a notch
This weeks track are Sinking Down by @JoeW723 and c-Weed by Benceneator @allynbencen
Fun tracks this week Dont feel I have the mojo going tho, my secret weapon the sweet ass backscrub is so easy to pull off even @Birdshaw will nail it
Mark my words. Within 7 days you will need a bucket to collect all your tears. But if you can’t find one, don’t worry; I will wipe the floor with you.
Thats cool, I just use the empty one from last week
Cheeky fucker!
He drawed it? Its an awesome track
Ahem
Yeah, will deal with that later, need to bust into the 51’s on the other track first. So damn close.
Actually not sure I can better myself there, its a really really well thought out track and really hard to beat, kudos to @cREED22 for designing it
I will man, I will. Been focusing on the second track these first days.
@rcboxer time to get serious… You got brake fluid in your engine?
Nice!! Okay I’m going to get into the 38’s before YOU
You CAN better it. You’re on the wrong line:)
Holy hell…
Btw, gf wants to know why our veranda door still not painted as I said it would be today.
I basically sold you out.
She wants a word with you.
Im sorry man
Nice! I even done wilder scrubs than that and landed back wheel carrying stupid amounts of momentum over the next bump, but then I pooped all over myself on the dragon backs
Thats what Birdshaw always does too
Anyways, I won, not by a second, but still
Anyone up for some poetry? Freeform over Browning. I call it “Ode to The Speed Checks of Sinking Down”.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I hate thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for right.
I hate thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.