Having the cops sneak up behind me like they did yesterday caught me off guard. When you drive as fast as I do and never get tickets your cop sense has to be sharp as an astronomically priced lawyer. (I was going to say sharp as Michael Bolton but those of you unfamiliar with who some of the creepiest motherfuckers to ever breathe the dope scented air of my province hire when the shit hits the fan might think I was referring to an obscure American entertainer.) I had been taught a cheap lesson.
Today I found out I was back on the bar. Saw a ghost coming from well behind me. Pulled off to the side and let him scream by. Figured if there is one ghost haunting the road, two or three might be soon behind the first one. Sure enough two more undercover motherfuckers were wanting by. I obliged.
Do not know what they were after. I got off that road right quick. My first aid services would not be required and the presence of three ghosts anywhere near a major road could only mean a traffic snaggle too big to comprehend.
I turned off, found a bar, and enjoyed what was left of a damn fine afternoon on a sunny patio where I was served cold ale by a waitress with a big hot ass. Was not my usual beer stop, but I will be back for some more of that.
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it might just be my hi res monitor, but you can actually see cheri's tits and nips under the shirt
Real tits I might add, not those fake beauties you everywhere now.
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