I was this close to doing myself in. A range rover is a dangerous thing. The curves are killing me. Go slower, baby. When I ride that sight, the sound. Just letting it slide. Chromed-up, green inside. Its the friction putting my mind at ease. Such a tease. Go slower, baby.
posted by 100hands at Sunday, February 12, 2006
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How hair metal.
...he says, as I stare into the sky, perplexed.
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