this one’s a male
This was on the 280. An old Ford truck with a set of color matched balls hanging down under the truck, right smack in the center where they should be. I was driving and couldn’t get a good picture, but boy was I impressed. They were anatomically correct what with one hanging lower than the other.
hey heard at carnivals and fairs, they sell deerskin. I think you should leave the license and lock on with the carny gang. I know from experience in Redwood City, they sleep under the skirts of the rides. That would be an interesting venture.
Comment by mr, pooperlooper — April 22, 2008 @ 4:23 pm
that’s what you should write. tell us what happened from the time you left Rus’ ranch and walked into town.
Comment by Rolston — April 22, 2008 @ 4:54 pm
I was in a blackout most the time, and forgot names, I’d like to put the whole thing behind me, I did hear mountain lions though, and i came apon a gathering of mass amounts of people, at a highschool with tents, I walked in and saw that i was the only white guy, left there and hung out with carnies slept with them for a while and took a bus to the airport. end of story,
How about you tell the story of when you asked the harley guys for a ride on their bike, then pulling the fire alarm, to assist me in the fight
Comment by mr, pooperlooper — April 23, 2008 @ 3:09 pm
end of story? i guess it’s the middle i want to hear then. as for the fire alarm story, i’m gonna try to get that one down this week. its been a lot of years. maybe i’ll write something and then you can put in your memory of how it happened. sort of build toward some truth.
Comment by Rolston — April 23, 2008 @ 10:53 pm