Kinda rad in retrospect: During one summer in 1989 after my parents got divorced, my mom took away my skateboard twice and each time she showed my where it was hidden. The first time it was literally just on the roof for a month (the one place I didn't look). And the second time, she took me to her friend's house where there was an old, non-functioning washing machine. She opened the lid and voila! Rob Roskopp with Slimeballs and Gullwings, and a very amateurish collage grip job.