Posted: May 10, 2010
You can't go to Philly without seeing FDR.
Packed with shredders.
Tony blends in.
A concrete enthusiast, Peabody was stoked out of his face.
FSA out of the gargantuan 'toilet bowl.'
Like grinding a castle.
Grant fit right in.
Chet put that beard in motion in the peanut.
Coping block decks straight to a 14-foot plunge into the parking lot.
New Thrasher photog, Phil Jackson, was fucking it up, front blunt wise.
Seber!
Disaster on a harsh nubbin.
Grant ripped so hard he blew his pants out.
The loneliest discipline.
'I don't know what it is .... I guess they're all in a band or something.'
