Tonight there is a big Harley Davidson convention on the beach at Lax in Cabarete. The hogs are arriving already and they expect around 150 - unsurprisingly Amet and Politur are in attendance.
I was supposed to go too, but for the life of me, couldn't find my brass knuckles or the chains I use to rape and pillage.
I did find my greasy jeans, my ripped T-shirt, and one of my old "menacing looks" that I threw in the corner of the closet, but really, how threatening would I look without the whole "look"
What's a biker supposed to do if he doesn't have all the tools of the trade?
Tonight there is a big Harley Davidson convention on the beach at Lax in Cabarete. The hogs are arriving already and they expect around 150 - unsurprisingly Amet and Politur are in attendance.
I was supposed to go too, but for the life of me, couldn't find my brass knuckles or the chains I use to rape and pillage.
I did find my greasy jeans, my ripped T-shirt, and one of my old "menacing looks" that I threw in the corner of the closet, but really, how threatening would I look without the whole "look"
What's a biker supposed to do if he doesn't have all the tools of the trade?
I was supposed to go too, but for the life of me, couldn't find my brass knuckles or the chains I use to rape and pillage.
I did find my greasy jeans, my ripped T-shirt, and one of my old "menacing looks" that I threw in the corner of the closet, but really, how threatening would I look without the whole "look"
What's a biker supposed to do if he doesn't have all the tools of the trade?