It's some kind of epidemic

Everyone around here is getting new bikes or makin their shit look like a new bike. Everyone getting ready for summer or what?

This sexy Dyna belongs to a sexy Irishman. I never really came up with a name for this bike, now that I think about it. I will have to do something about that in the future.

Awww shit

Oh damn! A certain Sharky fella got a new bike! He's still got the Fastest Sporty in the World though, don't worry.

The paint and shiny bits may go away, but she will always remain "Oinkalina".

Don't mess with Tim Teller

Jax's bigger, tougher bro stopped by Old Town Tattoo a little while ago and I was able to sneak a pic of this high profile celebrity

Yeah, he's wearing apron. I didn't bother to ask because everyone knows that SAMCRO don't answer questions. Also, he'll call his GASH buddies if you rile him up, and nobody needs that.

Not too bad for a Sunday

My night started off once again at the best tattoo shop in Orange County. Here you can see the illusive Shark stalking the fastest Evo Dyna in the world, the famous Thunder Kitten.

 We made our way to Henry's. This bar is just a good place to hang out. One pool able, one electric dart board, and, generally, at least one set of nice breasticles.

And you can't ever forget about the decent looking ass.

Clown Puncher?

The raddest tattoo shop in OC, Old Towne Tattoo. Started off my recreational Friday here whilst I waited to see what the evening had in store.

 Good to see not everyone in South OC is brain dead. Not only excellent taste in automobiles, but killer fashion sense as well.

 Big Helyns. Lacking an apostrophe. So apparently there is someone named Helyns, who is either quite large or ironically small. Aaaaand the Clown Puncher. I almost got excited reading that, but then looked at the depiction of the clown on their sign and became a little concerned. I realized that life isn't awesome enough to have bars where I can actually hope to legally punch a clown, and I was right. It's some variant of a Jager Bomb. Pedestrian. I did have an argument though with the large breasted barmaid about what hurt more, being stabbed or being shot. The bitch cheated, as she had been both, and I have only been stuck once, by accident. I had to relent. You win this round, Chesty McTittytown.