Wily. Cagey. Savvy. Crafty. Grizzled. Crusty. Well-worn...Take your pick.
Seasoned isn't just a defunct Backyard Burger french fry flavor any more.
We're bred for speed, and comfort.
The real-life representation of the wonder that was Bill Brasky. All we lack is the booze-addled gaggle of tall-tale spewing disciples. Fuck, we'd drive an ice cream truck covered in human skulls if gas, and human skulls, weren't sold at such a premium. 'Cause that's what men do...
Strap in tight. You'll pay for the whole seat, but you'll only use the edge of it...
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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