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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now lose half teh parts, put it back together and have a few leftover parts and have it still work.
Then you will be the biking GOD!
some insight into why the Stang is a POS? Who did you say your mechanic is, Scum?
As Lavi lovingly caresses each part with his trembling hands he realizes just how long it's been and how filled with lust and desire he is. He runs his finger around each and every one of her hot, parts and slowly brings her closer to his frame. He is sweating and breathing harder now. He is so filled with desire that as he was trying to lace her he fails to notice .....his throbbing, swollen manhood is now firmly stuck in the spokes
and then has to call 911 and explain!
He later becomes a spokeperson on the dangers of naked bike mechanics.
Holy Velocipede vixens Lavi!
I got nothin' else.
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