Dear 55-ish year old Motorcycle Man, Youve got a loud, fast motorcycle...we get it. Youre having a midlife crisis, and your motorcycle makes you feel like your penis isnt as shriveled up as you think it is. Thats fine. I get it. I may well do it myself someday. It happens to the best of us. Im already having prostate issues, and I havent even hit 40 yet. I empathize with your situation. However, if you drive down my little 1.5 lane road going 70+ mph again, I swear to all things holy Ill shoot your front tire out. And then Ill stroll out to your poor beaten and broken motorcycle, laying there with the front wheel still spinning, leaking fuel onto the road, and Ill then drop my lit cigar into the puddle of gas on the road, and then Ill walk off all cool as hell like Arnold Shwarzeneggar, as the bike explodes behind me. And then you look up at me in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened. Not hurt though, because I dont to hurt you, but I want to teach you a lesson. My kids play about 50 from that road. This road isnt designed to go all Days of Thunder on it, and youre not Cole Trickle. So do us both a favor, and slow your ass down. I dont want to go to jail, and you dont want to lose your boner machine. Just slow the freak down, and then we can both be happy. Deal? Sincerely, Concerned in Whitehouse
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 00:04:08 +0000
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