Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination. That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
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AHha Ah ah ahHAHhAAHh...FIRST!
I bought my bike a few years ago. $40 for a 5-speed Huffy old fart bike that even has chrome fenders. It looks a LOT like your bike but I see no fenders on yours.
I have been walking to the neighborhood bar (1/2 mile 5 minutes) but I may start to ride my bike. I don't have a cable but I do have a lock.
But then what do I do when the middle aged giant breasted hose offers me a ride home?queen
giant breasted hose "insert word queen" offers.
I guess I was a tad bit excited typing that.
Wouldn't the DHMGF have a bit of a problem with that?
DHMGF is no longer DHMing on me.
I'm free to troll.
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