Sorry Blue, I couldn't hear you from all the way up on your high horse! Psssh. "Country folk."
Psssh.
Sorry Blue, I couldn't hear you from all the way up on your high horse! Psssh. "Country folk."
Psssh.
Now that I have this very police-motorcycle like windshield, I suddenly have the urge to pull myself over when I go too fast...
"Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were going?" "83, me. 83 miles per hour." "Wow, me, how'd you know?" "Lucky guess, I suppose."
When your windows begin to fog, what better way to clear them then with hamster tubing?
The kids look on in horror as their favorite cartoon sponge is forced into a life of painful servitude.
~NSHA