Here’s Evil’s Band-o-the-Month.
Red Hot Rebellion, with their new single “For The Benefit of Evil” check it out HERE.
I think they got it right “it’s better to die behind a guitar than to die behind a gun” – The Devil.
A short spin on the Team Beer Cowboy ride through downtown Portland captured this image, snapped by agent AA. Here we see a “rustler” passing a joint to a “lil’ cowpoke”.
I wish I could sit in a little non-pedaling seat, shit myself, and have my drugs brought to my mouth.
Last week while compiling a list of things that we like, hate and friends were the two at the top. It has come to my attention that while the list of things we don’t like is miles longer than the one of things we do, a glaring omission from the former was baby chipmunks.
Yeah… Nothing wrong with baby chipmunks.
Which is the better band name?
It seems summer has come to the rest of the country, but Portland’s been slow on getting that memo, and the joke’s on us. May-uary led to June-uary, where we’ve finally got a few days of sun under our belts. In the meantime we’ve been mainlining equal parts Vitamin D and Maker’s Mark. And of course, we’re masturbating furiously.
Cycling shoes, kits, socks, gloves – all have been drenched for what seems like an eternity. Skin and bones, too.
So, we have been busy….and we’re proud to announce that in a very short time we’ll have t-shirts in house and ready to order. To those orders hanging out in the ether, we apologize, there was some kind of glitch with paypal and it’s hard to pack envelopes when one hand is wrapped firmly around our members. Shirts will be $15. Or, $10.50 if you send us a picture of your boobs, your girlfriend’s boobs, your mom’s boobs, but NOT your grandma’s boobs.
At the top of that list is hate, but a close second is friends, and two friends of Evil went and did the fool thing this past weekend of consummating their relationship in the eyes of THE MAN.
To Complayna and Joseph Trent Parkin, we here in the EVIL camp all would like to wish you a happy and healthy future.
Our wedding toast was a toss up between the following;
‘I know you’ll have a long and happy life together, and will walk hand in hand into a bright, and promising tomorrow.’
Or
‘I took a shit in your closet last night.’
We opted for the former, though we know them both to be true.
Our resident drunken mick Rob Clark took to the “Dirty Kanza“ affair in Kansas, a 205 mile death fest “Endurance gravel ride”, from morning until well after dark. Well done on finishing, Rob. You look like shit, but that’s nothing new. Here’s Rob trying to exchange money for a hand job from one of his fellow competitors, but obviously said competitor is far more interested in his taco’s than Rob’s tamale.
From Rob himself:
“168 started, 65 finished. I tied for 39th overall, 31st in my division.
And, yes, I was beaten by three guys on a single speeds. And one
woman, too.
It was hot.”
But don’t take it from me. How about you meet Lord Loser himself?
Or if you will, you could go and piss off Sov.
Image hoisted from The Fucking Bike Club.
