Monday, April 3, 2017

Ikkemotubbe blows up a tire. Baby, baby.


He called it himself. He got the spare tire in shape, inflating it and then hosing off the road dust. Then he went to Hartsvegas for a chicken sandwich. Loaded with mayo, dripping it like a hoochie mama running out the lacrosse team dorm. And one sickly piece of lettuce. Fountain coke with "minimal ice", ordered as if he were some submarine captain signalling passing ships with pussy-assed flag signals.

Thinks he's cool like the Outlaw Josey Wales.

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