Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
I ain't tryin to see that:)
At least the pipers don't have the gay panty lines.
Good luck trying to convince me that a Jeep is as sexy as a Ferrari.
Angel eyes, I'd rather go bouncing around in a rough Jeep ride, than whizzing along smoothly in a Ferrari that gets there too soon. Good enough?
"Gets 'there' too soon"? What are you trying to say...?
I'm tired of walking the last few miles to reach the destination.
Ah, lassie, yoo're lookin' in th' reit places! Come tae th' next Baa at Kerrimuir, an' yoo'll nae be walkin' haem.
Angel, you shoulda been with me climbing up out of a canyon the Canadian runs through a couple of weeks ago. It looked in better shape on the topo and google maps. Road less traveled indeed.
Aye, the lads be scotchmen....wind up their arse, kilts akilter...yet still in lock step, and still playing their pipes....vaquero viejo
I bet it really itches on hot days when the stubble starts growing back...
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