BonestorM: May 2008

So this is supposed to be the second part of the Arizona photos. Really? Well, no. Not really. Because, as I said before, blogger gobbles goat balls and it won't let me upload the last 3 photos, so I'll put em up later.

Here's Phillip Frost going up for a Frontal 360. A bit suspect if you ask me.

Danny Seo just...being Danny Seo.

And here comes Tristen Moss with a frontside biggie over the hippie.

Tristen Moss with a frontside gay pose. Nice shoes. It's cool that he left that shirt at my apartment because I gave it to my girlfriend and she's siked on it.

Welcome to trees and civilization.

At the mysterious hip spot.

Sean Stout with a frontside gay pose. Last I heard Sean models for American Apparel but as Sean knows... Lowcard apparel=instant street cred from the ramp locals.

Danny Seo or Asian Bob Dylan? You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Tristen left us in the desert and drove off with supermodels. We were like "What the fuck?" They were digging his shoes.

Asian Bob Dylan, Moody Stout, and Look-at-my-new-baseball-tee Frost

Yeah Danny!

So for some reason (blogger sucks) these photos didn't get uploaded in the proper order. But, fuck it. I'll caption em so you get the drift. Anyways, this is the first part of our little outing to Phoenix, Arizona. Having good times wasting good times.

I think it's easier to blow up the thing your blowing when you are not laying on it Tristen Moss.

Phil Frost had to shave at midnight at the host with the most: Ben's house.

Tristen Moss walks the line while Philip Frost gets the angle.

Tristen pulled in this nosepick first try in typical Tristen fashion.

Phil ollie jumped this gap, it was mental. He did it for Bill Clitoris.

Did I mention the house we stayed in had a miniramp in the living room?

More than bros?

Sucky Sucky Five Dorra!

Herro! Herro!

More than Bros? Pt. 2

Mullet, Benihana, get some I guess.

Tristen Moss self-portrait

We slept on the ramp.

Somehow Phil and Danny Cheo had an inflatable mattress, the rest of us curled up on beanbags.

Arizona has this rule that everyone you are with has to be 21 when you buy beer. So I had to promise the woman at the gas station that I would walk home because my beer was for me.