So yesterday we went for a Wii ride. Oban (pronounced obin, if you can't speak English 56.39730° N, 5.31760° W) to Cardwell Bay. In rain. The Scottish variant, which is to say, mostly horizontal, constant, heavily overcast, etc. Since that was just one in almost a week of similar weather, I thought, 0, splendid. Yet one more day of Fear & Boating in LV.
The evening before We'd tented with ne'er a cow in sight.
in a charming cowpatch. Please don't ask Jesus why.
As I am getting into the tent, literally tiptoeing barefoot through the cow patties
to get between bicycle and tent, taking the 12th godzillionth picture of amazingly picturesque countryside, WE had a thought. They'll be bull to pay in the morning. Trust me. I was not
So, enjoyed lovely bath in an idyllic meandering stream through a valley with 360 degrees of lush, green, rolling hills, in what the Scots call tepid water. (The testicles found in the Russian tundra on an extinct Walled 愛ed Mammouth could have further frozen in this stream.) Woke up in the morning to open my tent to discover I was a half wit. 2 bulls.
Both lesbians.
So, continue cycling on NCN75, awe inspiring meandering beau cow lick KUNT TREE Laine, turns right to beautiful two lane meandering road. (あのさ、これは、これはね。俺の一番ZooKeyな文章だよ。)
Enjoying cycling along road when first vehicle to approach is operated by a driver who discovers horn on steering
is of greater importance than foot on brake. Clearly, driver had not yet made my more lucid acquaintance. I gently set my bye sickle down, waved politely, and slowly walked towards her sedan to inquire. Might the driver have reviewed her local documentary regarding THE INSANE PSYCHOPATH NOW APPROACHING HER WINDSHIELD WIPER?
sight of The Vindow Viper scary campfire story, which gave birth to the american Whom Wolves Wherever
Windshield wiper company stock share price adequately increased, WE resumed our Mari weigh. (Btw, Matty Boy, are you still married to that dirty hur that tried to smoke my marijuana and run from my babelicious lair? Because if you aren't, I was wondering if my rain check was still valid for the one you had on your penis that you were urging me to bung hole, while yelling loudly enough for my 京町堀 neighbours to hearr
To each his own! To each his Own!
& if you are, Mari could sit on your face.)
Ah! Lovely! Another driver who appears to be unfamiliar with his local documentary. Fortunately, this driver, I could discern from the sound of the horn, was second in a considerably long line of vehicles. First in line is franticly waving that the second driver had honked as I walked towards his car giving him the
signage.
Moira O'Hare!
Have you told anyone what I did to Scott GreenWood bihnd da BANGbored!??
Please. Look at the package. The lid is child proof. Eventually, when We'd spent enough time ascertaining how to open, interior cap is nipple sized so We almost have to squeeze the bottom to get the juice.
I am somewhat uncertain why exactly there were so many Q'd vehicles. Hm. Mite have had something to do with me cycling in the middle of the road for the last km or 20. More possibily, having been well versed in driving in six lane, half opposing, traffic, downhill in the largest metropolitan area in the world (下目黒), I was, whenever I thought oncoming traffic was speeding around dark Kuntttrii Kerner simply weaving into oncoming lanes. Having a plethora of Scots on both sides of my nuclearly dangerously inbred family tree, I was completely confident that the oncoming Scots thought this lubly good fun.
So now I'm psychoing next to a lock (spelled loch if you own Midge testicles), and a little faggot with earring and makeup dressed as Little Boo Peep cumz Cycling bye, on my left of course, because there's a ludicrously long line of vehicles behind me as I enjoy Loched view on alternating sides of the central reservation.
The next time you think i have written something funny, scary, etc., and you think the sensation perturbing, please. IMAGINE IF YOU WERE LOCKED UP INSIDE WITH HIM!!!!!!.
Dear Mrs. Wii Deal Ya Mi Roughly,
Please, please promise me. If you meet me in 愛してって選ん同士、and the Pil Grimm's Ije Yeeha! gets any worse than 四国、you will please, securely and firmly push that little spot on my prostate that stops me urinating whilst I firmly hold with my Wii tiny
Imagine when they auditioned the black couple
Well son, how White can you dance?
my soft, tender hands.
Ah, we digress. Hear in The Constituency of GrenC0x & InnerMiThighs, I've cum to recognise a look. Folks will be walking towards me. Our eyes will loch. They'll have this glazed smile, as if Hunter S. Thompson were hammering Henry Steinbeck in the prapa' hole with a lawn dart, while Janis Joplin is giving Jimmy Carter a hand job in the Oval Office. They'll be lookin' strait into mi ayes, as if to say
Yes laddie. I used to do things to your seventh great grandmother that I couldn't get mI sheep to do.
Van drives bye. Slanty eyed, cock sucking Asian ladyboy flashing me his penis Yelling. From at this point seems completely reasonable, the driver seat, that the psycho on da bai psycho had a car horn with him, and that ladyboy didn't honk. Naturally, me centred in the road, him in the passing laine I started punching his vehicle. Before I could get my
OMG. WE would do things to your mother with a Panasonic lawn dart that mite bring tears to your eyes.
BTw, Chris, recall when We babysat your pugs? Did you ever get an infection from me putting your vibrator in mI ass?
out of the klip, ladyboy speeds off.
Everytime We unzip the tent, WE ARE TERRIFIED OF watz Wii mite fine.
Eventually, get to infrared aerial support designated drop zone. Dickhead keeps pedaling. Distinct sensations of being the first overachiever these retards have met. Peopled streets, perhaps village, perhaps BileCock & InMiWeghYerDartiHur. Cycling along designated portion of tire trac which, Lesbian1 tells me later is Zone3. Lesbian2 also has a severe speech impediment which, my guess would be, his parents were to cheap to correct.
For reasons which will, mercifully, be unclear to me to my dying days, oncoming MV honks. I don't even raise my eyes out of the arrow barz before giving them a 2 finger salute. Eyes up. oShit. Cops.
Pedal faster. Lesbyan Fayry Lines Terminal Retard location insite. Not
Sirens up mi butt. Brake hard.
pull on mi penile extender. Issue citation for Interrupting Civil Servance in Performance of Their Lack of Dudu. Get on fairy. Surrounded by lesbian fairies in safety workwear. Festival and party goers attending Spic City Parade in weather that THE DUMBEST FLORIDIAN IN HISTORY would not venture firth Clyde inta.
oYes, Dorothy.
Yesterday's Nigra,
Do I look dumber than Willis to you?
