Nothing leaks sap like a longleaf pine-
and nothing tastes better than fresh, hot turpentine.
Munson was soft and plush this morning. The BRC endorses an international C.O.R.E. meeting today.
Cut Out Real Early.
-Juancho
Nothing leaks sap like a longleaf pine-
and nothing tastes better than fresh, hot turpentine.
Munson was soft and plush this morning. The BRC endorses an international C.O.R.E. meeting today.
Cut Out Real Early.
-Juancho
O.K., let me understand this. You got up, suited up, drove to Munson, rode, and then got back home in time to post about your ride by 9:11 A.M.?
Did you actually ride Munson, or did you poke around a little in the duff with your toe and then speed home to get it in the books?
Because if you actually had a respectable ride out there that early on a weekday morning, this may actually be a new day. That would also mean that while I was shoveling a Savannah Buffet breakfast into my pie hole as fast as I could get those sloppy, buttery grits to move, you were riding your bicycle.
Yes, you are correct. I was riding my bicycle exactly as fast as Mystery could make his go.
I hope that came with a biscuit.
Oh, S’quatch. How can you live with yourself now?
What happened to that lean BASTARD! that worked me over so bad at Munsun, I went on a diet, and a eight month training program?
Squatch, Felasco is only seven months out!