Reflection of my day yesterday: 8 o clock leg kicks, 8:30 stalling, introducing my beloved to my definition of 2 seconds, mounting petunia, meeting up with 2 great people eager to bite the dog that bit them, WATCH OUT FOR THE SHIT, breeze in our hair, expressing love with our hugs and gentle caresses inches away from the road at 70 miles an hr, eating spicy food with a fellow heat lover that i didnt know i knew for years, hopping back on the bikes in search of football and refreshments, showing off the loud Bikes through a quiet parking lot at fishermans village (equipped with our serious faces and puffed out chests), breaking the rules and parking in fire lanes, a long wait followed by relentless interruptions, a little sun bathing while bird watching, mount the bikes to get the jeep left from the shenanigans from the night before, crazy olive doesnt describe their restaurant, fellow bikers, motley crew band with a subtle tribute to the fat man Jerry Garcia, buckets for pennies on the dollar, one last stop at the crossroads (not figuratively speaking), formulated our own opinions of an adored bartender, then off for some more petunia shenanigans, made the day for many drive through workers, a little traffic flirting, lovers wrestling before we picked up boxed poison, good fortune from mr Confucius, rough digestion while fighting sleep during the saints game, racking my brain for monetary gain, retreat to the bed that has an irresistible force field that lands everyone in the middle side of the bed. Not sorry for party rockin
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 16:28:17 +0000
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