everything done perfect. Ozzy is a Unicorn. I always wonder who thumbs downs these videos
Friday, August 28, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
ride it like you sold it. taking the $25 knuckle down the coast for 400 steady miles of happiness.
paso robles... they used to have a good car show in this town, now it's just a place to rest
that little bar off the 1, above santa barbara..... you know the one.
pornography, legs open, ankles on shoulders, expensive gold plated underwear, and a tight hole.
i love my new joe king helmet and i'm not kissing paulo's ass because its probably hairy or shaved from his body building days. stainless kickstand bracket with double trouble toggle, extended the shift arm 1 inch, generator haircut, and dylans homemade bates clutch cable from period correct chicken coop wire.
lubrication and maintenance is important. Don't eat fast food, it's horrible for you and our planet,
everybody wanted to buy a $25 dollar ticket from us even the fuzz, the long hug was awkward and i'm still not sure why he made me bend over and touch my toes.
it was about 105 degrees in the valley, there was no place more welcome than chattys. cold beer, friends and stories, kind of how you would dream being in a "cool grown up situation" as a kid might be. I'm joking but i'm serious too.... it just feels corny to write that and makes me feel vulnerable about my thoughts.
thanks for stopping by the 4Q blog.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
found this song and really dig it. "Some words are better left To whisper only to the wind Some men kill with bullets Lord, others use a pen"
To the sad-eyed misinterpreted
Hung-up child of clay
So the drunken poets pretty words
Didn't help you find your way
Was it your mistake for thinking
He was born before his time?
Or was it his for thinking
He might save you with his flimsy rhyme?
T Total Tommy took a toke of tea
Black cats backig' up a big oak tree
Tick tocks ticking out a tune on time
Last words looking for a line to rhyme
Saw fish swimming in the sea-saw-sea
But me, well, I'm only looking
I see so many with no place tonight
Their sleepy heads to lay
With pen in hand I take a stand
I got nothing deep to say
To the sad-eyed misinterpreted
Hung-up child of clay
So the drunken poets pretty words
Didn't help you find your way
Was it your mistake for thinking
He was born before his time?
Or was it his for thinking
He might save you with his flimsy rhyme?
T Total Tommy took a toke of tea
Black cats backig' up a big oak tree
Tick tocks ticking out a tune on time
Last words looking for a line to rhyme
Saw fish swimming in the sea-saw-sea
But me, well, I'm only looking
I see so many with no place tonight
Their sleepy heads to lay
With pen in hand I take a stand
I got nothing deep to say
Some words are better left
To whisper only to the wind
Some men kill with bullets
Lord, others use a pen
Sidewalks singing of a troubled time
Small talks marching to a nursery rhyme
Day trippers tripping on a morning high
Stop watch watching for a chance to die
Bad dogs barking up an empty tree
But me, well, I'm only crying
Sidewalks singing of a troubled time
Small talks marching to a nursery rhyme
Day trippers tripping on a morning high
Stop watch watching for a chance to die
Bad dogs barking up an empty tree
But me, well, I'm only crying
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