On 08/09/2011 07:25 PM, D wrote:
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> Subject:This clench you right up
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> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5aHCXJhY_Y
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Sweatshirt and jeans! Poor bastard.
No boots, to boot.
That shadow is the beginning of exit-over-handlebars, or, an off-the-cycle-experience.
In the background, Sweatshirt Man on his knees, yet to realize the massive amount of road-rash he's incurred.
Instant Karma. Full leathers (and boots) for the aggrieved.
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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Leather is your friend.
Or being furst to recognize stupity is sometimes fatal in nature.
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