walked down to the basement, saw it completely dismantled just how i left it. picked up the jug, looked down the bore, "still sh*t crosshatching", picked up the head, "still slightly pitted", looked over at the bottom end, sighed, "still needs a clutch." moaped upstairs, "justin needs a newport," reached for my zippo, "wick still charred," went to the stove, lit up my smoke, and promised myself i'd be riding it by October.
lmao right on man.......................