There are some outstanding forms of gofaster entertainment in the world. With some you end up hitting the asphalt and with others you end up hitting water.
Choose wisely, young grasshopper.
For one of my adventures of this nature in flight without a motorcycle, I was wearing blue jeans and a cotton shirt. Love that road rash, huh?
Wanna see my scars?
Ed: NOOOOO!
Ela, ela, this one on my shoulder is such a beauty and it looks like railroad tracks for about eight inches. It's my favorite. Orthopods don't bother with sissy sutures; they bring out the staple gun and whack, whack, whack; these ones don't disappear.
Ed: NOOOOO!
So you really don't want to see it?
Ed: NOOOOO!
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