Hauling Fence Post Holes - w4m
Reply to: Chess Piece Face
Date: 2007-08-11, 7:22AM CDT
You: Hell bent for leather
Me: Backdoor
The smokey tails me as I move to the sidedoor. My rig may be going like a raped ape, but there ain't no disco lights. Pulling the hammer back.
People dust my britches, determined to haul. Determined to keep their eyes and ears open and their black stack smokin'.
I place Mr. Clean. For the Full-Grown. For the man in the bearmobile. He sees a dream weaver trying to pass, with one foot on the floor, one hanging out the door. He turns on the red lights. I get going full bore. With my fat load of rocks.
I highball towards my drop stop destination to keep me sane.
I'm cbingu
The Big Duluth
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