Originally Posted by
Quinn8it
people don't do that to me
The first chance I get to come to SoCal, I will avail myself to the services of a certain Homeric establishment on a Friday night. The next day, I will make my way down to the track, pin my ass on Quinn's bar, ride him to the rail, and trackstand. I will then proceed to tell him of the lovely dinner I had the night previous. After two minutes and fifty-nine seconds, I will roll ahead, trackstand again, and tell him about dessert.
