Something else Spuds excels in is best friend stuff (curating perfect summer jamz mixes is really critical too; it’s worth nothing the mood is always necessary to set right at 81’F in mid-May, approximately 11:00am on a Thursday rollerskating while melting a blue Mr. Freeze ice pop so he can lick the juice with style AND ease.)
Today, Spuds was inspired by the waxing poet Lauryn Hill when she harkens back to her formative days “writing my friends' names on my jeans with a marker,” inciting one pretty decent flashback to the inception of his bicycle gang a few summers back while he was in the slammer for said e90s rendezvous…ANYWAY he and the gang were tagging their bike tires in green-fresh-grass paint markers with insightful hyphy lyrics to reinforce their interminable friendship in a more sanitary manner than becoming blood brothers to celebrate the true meaning of life, indubitably best friend stuff.
Arf, arf.
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