Action-Squadr

a scrapbook blog for action-squad
I have a layover at the Minneapolis airport, and while making my way to the gate, I walked past the Senator Larry Craig bathroom. I wasn’t motivated to have a “seat,” only a “standing” moment this time. But the whole time I was very conscious of my stance.
I have a layover at the Minneapolis airport, and while making my way to the gate, I walked past the Senator Larry Craig bathroom. I wasn’t motivated to have a “seat,” only a “standing” moment this time. But the whole time I was very conscious of my stance.
We made it to Alta and its 15 inches of fresh powder.
We made it to Alta and its 15 inches of fresh powder.
Day Three: Alta, Our efforts to hit the 16” of new powder are off to a slow start. Little Cottonwood Canyon Road is closed for avalanche warnings. Not good.
Day Three: Alta, Our efforts to hit the 16” of new powder are off to a slow start. Little Cottonwood Canyon Road is closed for avalanche warnings. Not good.
Just left Park City and it’s snowing like crazy. Expect perfect powdee conditions tomorrow.
Day Two: Deer Valley, Lots of inexperienced douches, but we’re making the most of it. Especially Broses, who is just having fun.
Day Two: Deer Valley, Lots of inexperienced douches, but we’re making the most of it. Especially Broses, who is just having fun.
Day One: The Canyons, Park City, Utah
Day One: The Canyons, Park City, Utah
The view from our window. Sandy, Utah. The mountains are so close, you can almost see Frodo and the Fellowship making their way to Gondor.
The view from our window. Sandy, Utah. The mountains are so close, you can almost see Frodo and the Fellowship making their way to Gondor.
iPod vending machine at Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport. I want you inside me.
iPod vending machine at Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport. I want you inside me.
The adventure begins
The adventure begins
that just pretty much sums up everything I enjoy in life. Maybe if it had a hot ass or great rack it could get better… (via)
that just pretty much sums up everything I enjoy in life. Maybe if it had a hot ass or great rack it could get better… (via)
You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss Jimmy Carter’s rosy-red Georgia-peach-picking ass and beg me to run your fucking country again, because there’s no way I’m ever gonna come to you fuck-knobs and politely ask you if I might please be a presidential candidate in your precious fuckin’ election. So you can just bite my cock. I’ve had it with you jerkoffs and your jerkoff candidates. Jimmy Carter
Happy 61st Bowie

Sticking It To The Man

If you’ve ever thought what the most delicious way to die was, perhaps you’re not reading the right news: man stabs another man in the neck with a pork chop bone.
Let he who hasn’t injected the extract from a grizzly bear’s petuitary gland straight into his belly button cast the first stone. Carl
What have I been saying for years? That’s right. I have been saying that children are the cause of all our problems. Ebola? Children. Blood Nose 2007? Children. Iraq? OK, maybe not Iraq, but definitely Afghanistan, which is what gave Bush the confidence to go into Iraq. So in a way, yes. Corporate-Casual