Kentucky Bourbon Festival? On a scooter?
Kentucky Bourbon Festival? On a scooter?
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Kentucky Bourbon Festival! On a scooter!
‘Are you a Mod or a Rocker?’
‘I’m a Mocker.’
the part of the T-Shirt in fine print hidden behind the scooter’s back hump?
This:
….of Bronies
To Celebrate their Love
and Love their Celebration
of All the Pretty Colors of
The Manebow
FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC!
job
Thanks JOB.
I needed a good laugh today.
Max Bialystock presents: Equus!
Hast hit it, JOB.
Round these parts (very close to KY), scooter says DUI.
You know, whenver I know I’m above the legal limit, I mean way above the legal limit, I just hop on my scooter because I figure cops won’t pay any attention and would think it wouldn’t do much damage even if I’m driving in the oncoming lane. Invariably, I wind up leading them to the lab and ma gets real mad. Real mad.
This feels like the engine revving for a Fable…
Just thought of a possible subtitle for Fables for the Dead, assuming it’s not already taken, which it may well be. But in case it’s not: Mortality Tales.
A little too limiting for Webb’s kollektion, perhaps, but I figure there’s minimal harm in throwing it out there.
As long as it isn’t fables FROM the dead.
Try this while drinking bourbon:
Replace the skyscrapers with unglaciated bluffs and hills, and you’ve got a good Saturday night on the county back roads of Crawford and Vernon County, Wisconsin, right there, pal.
JOB