On 08/09/2011 07:25 PM, D wrote:
> Subject:This clench you right up
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
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