I remember 19 cent hamburgers at the Flying Scott.
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
What’s your cold bore ritual, that one thing you always do before your first shot to set yourself up for success? Winner gets new limited edition Hide merch. Remember, subscribers have a better chance of winning!
Join contest SubscribeI remember 19 cent hamburgers at the Flying Scott.
Used too much Titewad.
Bully turned into crybaby...
The guy poking the adorable fuzzy death machine with a fucking stick would catch an ass whipping and get my sharted underwear stuffed his mouth. Fucking motherfucker
I think they were using a whip-it.
OETA, back in the day, would sign off with this film. Always enjoyed watching it.
High Flight (1941) - by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."