Submitted by wizzybit on Fri, 06/29/2012 - 4:51pm.
Da plane is late! DAPLANE! Maybe like 6:30PM? Because Los Amigos is so darn fast we’d have to drink our weight in margaritas and then we’d be out of for the night. Hey, where is Tree? I got him some exotic Canadian candy….
Submitted by Uncle Arthur on Fri, 06/29/2012 - 5:17pm.
Keep me in the loop. It’s been a day and a half, and I’ve already had talks with our cat, mainly about how I can read his mind. I need to get out of the house.
You may suggest that.
I am solo. I am wild and free. Whatever is happening, is happening.
How about later-ish?
Da plane is late! DA PLANE! Maybe like 6:30PM? Because Los Amigos is so darn fast we’d have to drink our weight in margaritas and then we’d be out of for the night. Hey, where is Tree? I got him some exotic Canadian candy….
Maple candy?
Biking it.
I am about to head in the direction of the Amigos. Have cellular telephone in case I need to be reached.
Ride slow!
JK. I’ll change and get my ass in gear. Which is quite obviously, a change.
I rode fast.