Having been overtaken by events: i.e., a minor medical problem, I was unable to attend a St. Pat's party thrown by a MUST miner alum. As a consequence, it was a day of garage projects. The Morrigan has new hoops, fresh oil, a waxed chain, and I put my hands all over her for the best part of five hours. I think I found her G Spot. Anyway, the weather forecast for tomorrow is chilly and overcast. IOW, English spring. I'm leaning on a heating pad. I have warm clothing and an uncontrollable urge to indulge in misdemeanor hooliganism. What will stop me? Don't even thing about it. I'll hit the ton at least twice for the hell of it. I may be old, but I'm still an idiot. In fact, I may be the fastest, old idiot you know. Lord help me, I love it so.
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Crash Froelich
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