To start off the familiarities, I'd like to introduce myself as Aaron. I'm what you would call, Ed's friend. I'm also pretty sure that maybe 6-7 people will read this. If this is in fact the case. Ad sense was worth it. My only concern is that Ed dutifully sends me the check for 37 cents in a month. On the otherhand, this thing could blow up and get millions of readers, and if that were to hold true, we'd both have to scrap the blogspot and get a real website. You see, me and Ed like to think big, (all while failing miserably). Ok I'll get to the particulars about me in a second. But I'd first like to talk about something I seen today.
I was driving around Blue Springs, MO today (otherwise known as God's country) and I was stopped at a stoplight. It was a lovely late Spring afternoon, the wind was whipping, the clouds were cumulating, and the sun was as bright as 11th grade honors student. I looked over to my immediate left and saw a dude on a Harley. He was big and tough looking. Had a handlebar mustache. He was draped in so much leather, you would've thought he was a moo cow in a former life. His motorcycle was absolutely beautiful, and you could tell he was out and about just to show it off. His helmet was in the style of the Nazi SS. He was one bad-ass!....Until he pulled away from me, it was then and only then when I saw it---...Dude had a freaking wheel chair tag on his Harley-Davidson!
Now I'm not one to judge. Afterall, I am not God, or Peter, or whoever is the one that lets you in the gate (I'm still battling that in my thoughts) but how can you put a wheel chair tag on a motorcycle? Hell, there's nowhere to even stash a wheelchair on a motorcycle if you even tried! I guess you could put it in a sidecar, but who's really gonna do that? This ain't 1935. But really...what kind of ass-hole does all of this? He makes all of this effort to show his bad-assness, and he goes and pisses it all away by representing the disabled.
I could tell that this was the type of dude that farts in your living room and blames it on the dog. This was the type of dude that borrows the neighbors table saw and keeps it for 4 years. Meanwhile, he only used it twice. Once to fix a rocking chair that he broke, and the other when he hastily decided to go into the rocking chair construction business. Only to give up, one rocking chair in...
Anyways, this is the type of guy that I hate, and I'm sure Ed agrees with me. Hopefully we can get into stuff like this, and hopefully the 3-4 people that read this will be entertained, learn a little bit about how a couple 26 year olds view life, and maybe just maybe, the shit'll all buff out in the end.
I was driving around Blue Springs, MO today (otherwise known as God's country) and I was stopped at a stoplight. It was a lovely late Spring afternoon, the wind was whipping, the clouds were cumulating, and the sun was as bright as 11th grade honors student. I looked over to my immediate left and saw a dude on a Harley. He was big and tough looking. Had a handlebar mustache. He was draped in so much leather, you would've thought he was a moo cow in a former life. His motorcycle was absolutely beautiful, and you could tell he was out and about just to show it off. His helmet was in the style of the Nazi SS. He was one bad-ass!....Until he pulled away from me, it was then and only then when I saw it---...Dude had a freaking wheel chair tag on his Harley-Davidson!
Now I'm not one to judge. Afterall, I am not God, or Peter, or whoever is the one that lets you in the gate (I'm still battling that in my thoughts) but how can you put a wheel chair tag on a motorcycle? Hell, there's nowhere to even stash a wheelchair on a motorcycle if you even tried! I guess you could put it in a sidecar, but who's really gonna do that? This ain't 1935. But really...what kind of ass-hole does all of this? He makes all of this effort to show his bad-assness, and he goes and pisses it all away by representing the disabled.
I could tell that this was the type of dude that farts in your living room and blames it on the dog. This was the type of dude that borrows the neighbors table saw and keeps it for 4 years. Meanwhile, he only used it twice. Once to fix a rocking chair that he broke, and the other when he hastily decided to go into the rocking chair construction business. Only to give up, one rocking chair in...
Anyways, this is the type of guy that I hate, and I'm sure Ed agrees with me. Hopefully we can get into stuff like this, and hopefully the 3-4 people that read this will be entertained, learn a little bit about how a couple 26 year olds view life, and maybe just maybe, the shit'll all buff out in the end.
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