The smell of gasoline is honey-scented, delicate, intoxicating, a lotus flower. Breathe it in. Fill your lungs.
Now. Ready yourself, and. Be.*
The smell of gasoline is honey-scented, delicate, intoxicating, a lotus flower. Breathe it in. Fill your lungs.
Now. Ready yourself, and. Be.*
Sweet. Just like Kate, I have a 2-stroke motorbikle also.
Except mine is a purple Honda ‘Smile’. Complete with a basket on the front and a skirtwell where the gas tank ought to be.
The only way it could be more of a girl’s bike is if I painted it hot pink and put tassles on the handlebars.
—Pale, signing off and looking for his lost manhood.
Now, there’s a coincidence for you. I just happen to collect lost manhoods.
I was thinking of putting one up on ebay, actually.
“Now, there’s a coincidence for you. I just happen to collect lost manhoods.
I was thinking of putting one up on ebay, actually.”
Be sure to notify both John Kerry and John Edwards before you do. It may belong to one of them.