Thrasher Magazine December 1992 — Page 4
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Colin is a No Shit Guy!
O CEDH NOSIO, CAR
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ON TOUR BEGINNING OCT. 7
"ONE OF THE SEVEN GREATEST BANDS OF ALL TIME"
SPIN MAGAZINE
Kick all beats, heats and candy-coated
treats to Mail Drop, Thrasher, PO Box
884570, San Francisco, CA 94188-4570.
FOUL MOUTHED
I was riding home from school the
other day and I came across Vern's
skate shop. I went in to talk to the
old fart and saw that he didn't carry
any skate magazines. When I asked
him why, he told me he didn't like
the "obscene" language. So when I
got home, I decided to count all the
obscene words in the Sept. '92
issue. They are in order; bitches,
dick, dick, bastards, shit, shit, shit.
ass, ass, shit, ass, fuck, fuck,
bitchin, pussy-ass, shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, fucked, bullshit, shit, dick,
fuck, bullshit, fucked, fucked, shit,
ass. Vern's sucks.
Justin Buul
Plainwell, MI
Well there goes our quota for this
issue. T-ed.
ROLLER BABE
In your September '92 mag I read
the "Guest Column" by Tom Knox.
He was saying how cops are always
picking on skaters but not on roller
bladers. What a pile of steaming
shit! I have been arrested and been
given six tickets for blading. 1
respect Tom Knox's skating, but he
needs to get his shit straight
The Bitch on Blades
Scottsdale, AZ
You should have been debladed.
T-ed.
GRAVE DIGGER
One day my friend and I
were outside skating my"
launch. We were pullin
some big ol' airs. But it was
about 110°, so we pushed it over
to the side of the road to get some-
thing to drink. While we were in
there we heard something snapping
and cracking, so we looked out the
window and saw a large blue pick-
up truck backing up onto our launch.
We both ran outside and saw it drive
away, so I picked up the first big
rock I saw and
chucked it at the truck and broke a
window. It stopped fast and four real
tall dudes jumped out and picked up
big sticks. We looked at each other
then took off into a field. They ran
after us but we knew our way
around. We both jumped a barbed
wire fence but they didn't see it and
ran into it. We kopt running and then
hid for a while. When we got out
they were gone and so was the
truck and what was left of the ramp.
Rampless skaters
Upland, IN
Next time, use cement. T-ed.
CORN HOLE
I want you bad, T-ed. My one and
only wish is for you to thrust your
thick tool in and out of my large anal
pore.
Gordy B
Queerville
I don't do charity work. T-ed.
TIME LINE
I ask humbly for help. I am cursed.
About four or five months ago I was
peacefully cruising on my skate, and
suddenly, as I began to pull a back-
side 180 down a few stairs, a cos-
mic force grabbed my helpless
board from beneath me! I watched
in horror, when my skate was
caught in afternoon traffic, and run
aver by some cheap import compact
car. The chick could
have stopped sol
could res-
cue my
skate,
but
even though there was no one
behind or in front of her, she kept
going. It was dragged for about 30
feet and left for the vultures to
devour. I eventually recovered from
this tragedy, though the curse con-
tinued to haunt me. And only three
When he goes out, he's always the life of the party.
(Double Breath Glove Blow to Hyperventilation Hat Balance.)
And when he says he's going to skate Wal Mart, he really skates Wal Mart.
(Sasquatch Sighting Employee Distraction to 360 Flip Aisle Grind.)
A
And when he jumps channels, he really goes for it all.
(Tomahawk Jump Airwalk Double Handflip Channel Crossing.)
B
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