Someone asked me the other solar daytime what happened to this blog. I gave the park excuses virtually beingness busy, life getting inwards the way. All that horseshit. The truth of the affair is I got bored posting the same one-time repetitive tripe for an audience of Russian hackers. And of class the someone who asked me virtually the blog.
The riding, racing together with wrenching continue, I suppose that's a given. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do? It's non getting whatever easier, just the opposite. My trunk reminds me every infinitesimal of the cost that volition accept to hold upwards paid for 2 grade together with 4 rough, tumbling years.
Maybe I'll say y'all to a greater extent than virtually it. Maybe I won't. In the meantime, hither are only about pictures.
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| Look mom, an asshole!! |
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| They're multiplying!! What is it amongst y'all douchebags inwards pick-ups? |
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| New skin, same dusty bones |
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Well, at that spot goes a fucking paycheck...
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