The story so far…
Dear 100% Chance Of Precipitation,
Your bike is my desktop. I hope you don’t mind.
I dream of it at night.
No worries. I dream of it too. Especially when I can’t ride it for a damn week cause of the lame ass weather!
You live in the wrong part of the world to be a SERIOUS biker. Move to Mexico! Black leather and hot sunshine sounds like a winning combination to me!
A serious drawback of being pregnant: no jetskiing and no motorcycle riding.
Aaahh. It’ll be over soon! (and I can hold my sweet baby girl, wee!)
Hey, and top of the nice weather they are about to legalize all drugs for personal consumption!
This rain lately has been bullshit, and by bullshit I mean that stuff that comes out of a bull’s ass.
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