Nov 16, 2006

Bad And Brr Again






















One is no good without the other, but only if the threads match. To November and the flying high turkey on the hit parade. Hark, I can hear those seagulls smack-clacking their beaks all the way from all the wal-(to wall)marks from doody foam west to doody foam east. Pollution is pretty on the eyes, when they aren't burning or on the squint. I sneeze in your general direction, pass it on. The wait to see, to know, is it a pulled muscle or a disk gone sideways, or the degeneration that awaits us all? Who last a second living in the fire of the front end rotor under braking heat. Oh, don't forget a washer.

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