So I'm tooling down the highway........
Wait, HAPPY FRIDAY!
Okay, so I'm tooling down the highway when this anorexic old man (“old man” – dude about my age) with some Lolita (good for you mister) glued to his spine pulls up to my right on his HD product.
He’s looking all bada$$ with his cut off sleeves (60 degrees out) revealing small tattoos size matched to his skinny arms. The Lolita sits motionless to his rear, staring at me with unblinking eyes, an eerie look on her face. Can’t tell if it’s terror or mental impairment.
I give him a wave.
He starts yelling: “murmur mumble spit unintelligible “TRIKE” murmur murmur growl spit growl!”
I can’t hear him. The combination of the wind noise, my well worn eardrums and his can-you-hear-me-now pipes make it impossible.
I mouth back “WHAT?” and perform the international symbol for “I cannot hear you” which is: point to an ear, then face your palm to the heavens and shake your head.
Old skinny guy drops back for a tenth, then pulls back up. He is yelling at me again. I ignore him this time but study Lolita. I’m starting to think that maybe she’s dead or maybe she is one of those silicone love friends you can buy in Japan (I know because I saw it on TV, so just leave it alone.)
Anyhow, don’t know what the point of all this is.
But, since I usually post useless stuff, I figure why stop now?
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