This is my new neighbor. No, I'm not kidding. He has hair likes this and wears mirrored sunglasses. I was in the hammock yesterday, and I heard the revving engine of his crotch rocket. Yuck! Once he climbed off of his giant man vibrator, he started to do yard work. When he would get close enough to me, I would start to sing softly. "Highway to the Danger Zone. I'll take you right into the Danger Zone." Nothing. Hmmm. Maybe I can sneak and take a real pic for you guys.
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2 comments:
Is he wearing wedge sneakers these days too? Somehow, I think not.
You two really are cowboys.
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