FOOSHed.
The AM rolled out like the morning prior. Southwest single track: dodging dog walkers and steaming doggy treats. Ducking out just in time to be BPW'd and heading for the dirt bike practice track before the mandatory bagel stop. 21 is a long way from the 16 but better than 1.8.
Distinguishing the Dr. Jekyll from Mr. hide is easy on an empty stomach. Prick or stick, doesn't matter as long as the mental is set straight. To late for that date. Time to suffer. Repair later.
In the meantime, Click to catch Marko in action!
good luck in TN boys . . . your uncle ned thinks you are very special and hopes you have a good time. Say please and thank you. Good luck.
Posted by: uncle ned | May 02, 2008 at 02:03 PM