Friday, February 03, 2006

 
I'm not getting within 5 feet of that nasty mouth. His breath at 3 feet will knock over and elephant. He needs a hazard material permit to cross state lines. His breath has color. He breathed on my bike and gave it a flat tire and took off part of the paint job. Okay, it may have been the hot paint dripping off the bike and on to the tire that caused the flat. All I know is that breath will make children cry, cattle stampede, trains stop, cold beer hot, riots start, ships sink, condos vacate, football games end, trees fall, hurricanes start, bridges sag, fires burn, love vanish, eyes water, ears turn red and my bicycles fall apart. No S--t!

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