Okay, ignition ...Check! Headlights ...Check! Brakes...Check! Beer...Check!(but only a little so don't bitch at me) What did I forget? hummm, gas...Check! Now picture me barreling at 8000 miles an hour through the creek, mud on my turkey day clothes freezing my tropical loving ass off. Oh yes, TREE BRANCH!!!! Slap, I forgot the damned helmet.
Now I'm being chased by four boys on machines much like my own, if I stop to see if my eyeball is hanging out I will get run over. So I ride, I gas the fourwheeler up over a ridge, SLAP! Another tree branch, accompanied by the tree. At least the kids had on helmets, and I must say they were a little more adept at driving those bitches too. I do love the thrill of crushing my skull on a major holiday. THE MORAL TO THE STORY IS: Family holidays sometimes require helmets! Seasons Greetings and yee haw you buncha muthas!
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Heh...in my case, family sometimes means counting the silverware when they leave......
that too
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