Monday, April 21, 2008


Today I got behind a man on a motorcycle. He was driving rather slow, and his motorcycle actually resembled a scooter. And his helmet featured some stars, some stripes, and...

...a nekkid woman.

Well I never.

And how come so many motorcycle drivers are blessed in the rear end area? Dude was spilling off the sides of his seat. And I guess his T-shirt was pulling too tight because he pulled it up, gave it a few shakes to get some air up his back, and revealed his butt crack.

Why do folks always want to flash me?

**Click on bold word for old flash entry.


Bo Knows said...

Good call Steph. Unfortunately, I don't have any answers for you, only agreement.