Most of us at SYFFAL are dad’s and as such we are all hella stoked for this weekend. It is father’s day. It is the one day of the year that is all about us. It is our time to rage the Fuck out, eat all the red meat we want, control the stereos and force our families to suffer the repeated blows of whatever sound is moving our man units with a soothing bpm. I for one plan to force feed my family a steady diet of BBQ, Quilmes beer, and Norwegian Death Metal.
Those of us that aren’t parents are either too fucking awesome (Dick) , too fucking foreign (Aaron), too adorable (Johnny), too into mixtapes (Dave) and too into being seen (Del).
The rest of us are fu...





