Huqleberry Redux

Gunden is now a licensed go-kart driver.

His heroics on the track at the  Xtreme Indoor Carting compound in Ft. Lauderdale saw him place fifth on the all time leader board, a half a second shy of the all time record held by, “Some redneck from Tallahassee.”

He celebrated by visiting the on premises bar aptly called The Finish Line.

Yeah, you know I just needed to have a couple beers to celebrate the victory.  There are few times in the life of a man where he feels truly accomplished.

After running a sizable bar tab of $23.95 which, in Florida, is equivalent to a blood alcohol concentration of 0.38%,  he drove himself home in an automobile.

Editor’s Note: Gunden doesn’t posses a valid drivers license.

I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad.

Was I a random victim or the focal point of a far more sinister plot? I didn’t take a photo but further down on the page this ‘Sh4h1m’ character says he hacks sites for the Free Palestine movement.

Congratulations on hacking a blog that has a fan base equivalent to the number of rings in a Mead trapper keeper.

You probably don’t know who this man is.

After knowing him for over four years I still don’t really know him.  What I do know is he is full of a bizarre/dystopian wisdom that can only be referred to as  ‘Gundenisms.’

I’ve placed the burden upon my shoulders and have decided to keep a running record of these Gundenisms.  It is his legacy.

• I don’t need to go anywhere to become a prick. I’m already there.
• I guess I’m too tired to be clever.
• The Mighty Ducks put hockey on the map.
• Ten is a solid number.  I’m the one.  She is the zero (Moves index finger in and out of crude finger circle). Boom.
• SoCo and lime is liquid panty remover.
• Don’t pay for the mussels.  You pay for a full meal and you get a cock tease.
• I think I’m going to smoke a cigar later.

Watch him dance.