Sunday, January 24, 2016

Got high, rode my bike

We turnt on pot brownies and drank fireball  and rode around a bit. The weather was nice. 

This is the bollard that wounded mr q. Here he is taunting it with drugs and alcohol peer pressure. 
jet fuel cannot melt steel frames

It was a beautiful day
We rode to the stairway to heaven. 

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