Attention Bloodsuckers.
Remember last weekend when you were at the bar?
You were all smooth talking that one babe in your rat shit old Volcom tee-shirt. You had like 3 too many shots and you couldn’t even compose your thoughts. You were listening to her talk about some life defying soul searching trip that her and her friends were going to take in September. You were trying to make your move as the lights came on, frantically trying to get her number stored in your Motorola Razr mobile phone. She left on the handle bars of some meathead with an UFC tee shirt on. You got home and ate like whatever was in your refrigerator. You laid in your bed and thought ” shit, if only i wasn’t wearing this dumb Volcom tee-shirt, I might have been the hero riding that babe home”.
Caida comes in just in time for you to salvage your shit summer. Stop dressing like a sloth and grab some radical shirts.
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