12-PACKS
BEER CITY SKATEBOARDS PROUDLY INTRODUCES 12-PACKS. WHEELS FOR
THE HARD-CORE THAT COME IN SIX SIZES: 40,42,44,46,48, AND EVEN 50mm.
ALL SIZES ARE 101-A DUROMETER, GREAT FOR STREET OR RAMP USE.
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SKATEBOARDS
MILWAUKEE, WI U.S.A.
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FOR EVERYONE!
We'd like to thank all the skater's who sent in letters complementing BCS for our strong
boards. However we've gone one step further with our new 8-ply boards increasing strength
and durability without adding too much weight. Rides great, less filling. Beware of the
rip-offs. It seems boards without graphics are getting popular, so look for the new
Beer City Skateboards brand on top of our decks to insure it's one of ours! Skaters get
Beer City Skateboards at your local shop for the following suggested retail prices:
7-ply desks $29.95, 8-ply decks $31.95, and ary set of wheels $21.95.
BEER CITY SKATEBOARDS P.O. BOX 494 MILWAUKEE, WI 53122-0494 414-789-6868
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NOT QUITE A MOUSEKATEER
Little Dennis Buckannok was ecstatic. He ran
into his house from the mailbox chanting about
something that had come for him. He dropped
the rest of the mail in a dejected heap by the
couch and ran into his room. Dennis put in some
music and pumped up the volume as he sat on
his waterbed, nearly sinking to the bottom.
He pulled out a knife from underneath his bed
and with a quick movement unbuckled the top
of the white package. He felt around inside, and
then he pulled the object out. All those days of
saving proofs of purchases had finally paid off.
Dennis looked at the piece of art in his hand as
he held it up to the light. He had finally gotten
his official Captain Orgasm Phaser-Destructo-
Laser-Packed-In-A-Hunk-O-Plastic-Gun. He
couldn't wait to try it out.
Dennis ran out and hopped on his bike with
the baseball card cleverly attached to make a
groovy motorbike sound. After searching for a
while he finally found someone worth being
shot, good old Mr Wilson. Dennis was sick of
that fat old prune. The old fart couldn't take a
shit by himself let alone be nice to a kid, so he
pointed the phaser and pulled the trigger. Mr
Wilson was instantly reduced to a clammy wob
bling mass of lime jello before Joey's eyes.
Now that Dennis knew it worked, it
was time to get revenge on his enemies.
After looking around town for a
couple minutes, he found the
cockass jocks that had kicked
his ass one too many times,
Bubba Lockjaw and Moose Cleftjam
"Bubba! Moosel" yelled Dennis. The
two jock cocks turned around in time
to be verbally abused within an inch of
their puny little lives. If Dennis hadn't had his
official Captain Orgasm Ray Gun, he would have
been a bloody stain. Fortunately, he had it right
by his side. The two jocks ran at him like a
couple of rams. Dennis leveled the gun and
pulled the trigger. In a bad twist of fate, it
snapped off and fell to the ground.
A couple of minutes later, after
being beaten severely by a pair of
baseball bats, Dennis fell uncon-
scious. He saw a vibrant image
of Captain Orgasm himself
floating above him saying.
"Remember young Orgasmateer
never give up."
Dennis did remember and he
knew what to do. He died.
-Aaron Colborn
Idaho Falls, ID
REAL BAD GAS
There was once a girl
named Erin who loved to
eat beans, but they had a
harsh side effect, real bad
gas. One day Erin was out on the
town and met a man. She thought,
"He's so cute, and one day we will get
married, but I must give up beans. They
dated for about a year and Erin had given up
beans. In March, the two were married. The
marriage was great, and one day Erin went to
a shopping mall. Then on her way back, the
car broke down. Erin pulled over and started
walking home. On her way she came to a
cafe and she smelled fresh-baked beans. She
stopped and thought to herself. "I could just
eat a few beans because I've got a long way
to walk." She went in and ate six big plates of
beans and then left. When she got home she
thought her gas had passed. Her husband
came over to her and said, "I've got a big
surprise for you." And then he blindfolded
her and led her to the kitchen
and sat her down. Then
the phone rang and
he said, "I'll get it, but
you must keep the
blindfold on." So
she replied, "Al-
right." Then
Erin's hus-
band went
into anoth
er room. All of a sudden, Erin got gas, so she shift-
ed her weight over to one side and let go. Not only
was it loud, but it smelled like rotten eggs. She felt
around for a napkin and started to fan the air. She
felt the urge again and shifted her weight to the
other side and let it out. This one was louder and
smelled worse. She started fanning again. She had
just put her napkin down when her husband came
back to the room. He apologized for being away so
long and took away the blindfold. To her surprise
there were twelve dinner guests sitting at the table!
RELIGIOUS ABUSE
-Jason McGrath
Camarillo, CA
Out in the suburbs of the city there lived a boy.
His given name was Carlos, although he had many
tag names. He was a strange lad, always playing
with his skate. It was old, the first Caballero to be
exact. He had inch-thick risers and size 63 wheels.
Even though his board wasn't the latest, man could
he pull some fresh shit. Nolie 360 kickflips to nose
wheelie. Ollie to late 360 underflip. Man, was he
good. He always skated by himself, so we
wondered where he learned such good
tricks. One day, myself and a couple
of skate friends saw him by a bank,
eating a Dunkin Donuts crescent
sandwich and drinking a 32 ounce
Mountain Dew. We confronted
him and asked, "Where do you
learn such fat tricks?" He replied,
"God teaches me," and smiled.
"No really," said one of my friends.
"I'm serious," he said. My friend was
becoming quite angry and said, "You're
full of shit, you liar." Carlos muttered
something and my friend's feet caught
on fire. "Still think I'm lying?!" he shrieked.
By now my friend was running around scream
ing as we stood there stunned. Carlos
snapped his fingers and the fire disappeared.
Then Carlos jumped up and started skating
away. He turned, eyes red, and said, "Next
time you won't be so nosy, you
little hoodlum." Then he
was gone. You don't see
Carlos around much anymore.
He's turned into a headbanging
vampire who skates in the dark
singing REM songs.
-Randy Jaworski
Meriden, CT