After blazing around Thunderhill in the blazing heat the other day, it was time to kick back with the Belley and Rusty for some relaxing quality time. Sure I snuck in a couple of hours or so here and there to tie up some loose ends on my bikes, but it was more or less fooling around with the family.
Rusty traded in his testicles for a personal microwave emitter.
He's emo cause he's in prison.
Or he's in prison cause he's emo.
His bachelor "pad." Get it?
I'm so clever!
Rusty gets a taste of his own medicine!
Why does Rusty rock?
Cause he watches World Superbikes too!
Then lets me nibble on him during commercial breaks.
Then gets knocked the F out right after.
Just like me.
