Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Tennis Anyone

Believe it or not, this is a tennis court built over a storm drain.

Although that is not a storm drain, but the Flamingo wash, molded and folded by the excessive application of concrete into a squared-off channel for the occasional transportation of Summerlin flotsam to the east side.

Of course I had to bicycle across it.

(This is not a shot from yesterday's - 10/3/11 - downpour. This was shot in August of 2010)

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Tang Poundin' Scummy said...

I bathe my smegma covered cock in Summerlin wash.

Honest!

Do not test.

Furst and welcome back Lavi.

October 5, 2011 at 9:49 PM

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