Today, I was saddened a great deal when I looked at my tele and had a text message from Papa that read: "No shopnight". I was devastated. Would there be no choppering for me tonight?? No.. Just as my sadness had begun to hit its peak, the pinnacle of all bum-outs, my phone rang. Who was at the other end making this call? George "Melon Man" Perry. George shared in my feelings of displeasure and flabbergast, and then made a saucy move and invited me to his house for a bit of fucking off and a bit of Portuguese sausage. Sounds odd, I know. Don't make this weird.
I arrive after a short drive down 99 and George gives me an introduction to his dawgs then immediately shows me to his man cave (lucky bastard). Mike shows up and we head inside for a meal that was handcrafted to perfection by none other than George "love you long time" Perry. Linguicia from the croc pot. Awesome. After this, we head back to the cave, and put up some florescent lights?? Ok. George installed a kickstand while Mike and I stood around and made busy with conversation.
Later on, I had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Perry. Who, upon further investigation, turned out to be caucasian, despite the bullshit line Mike and George had been feeding me. Dicks. All in all, fun night, low stress, no BS, just some good ol' fashioned hanging out with the bros.
I look forward to hanging at the abode of George "sanweesh" Perry again. Thanks handsome!
Here are some pics for your enjoyment.
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