OH shit fire, no wonder the Super Bowl Committee wouldn't allow it. One of those, laughs, laugh again, then go oh shit...!
...I wonder if rick is up to his old tricks and somehow imbedded a code or manipulated the link to make it accessible only to certain people ?
LMAO.....indeed I do have a story or two about sitting in Albuquerque...seriously, and I'm sure you don't doubt it. That city and area, looks damn near like a mirror image of the Antelope Valley up here in the Mojave..... got several tales to tell: I'll keep it simple. In 81, I rode my Harley from Lancaster, Ca. on the way to Wichita KS. Albuqurque is the halfway point. At 3 am, I pulled into what i thought was a free rest stop, errantly. It was a camp ground, and some bitch was whacking a broom on my feet & legs, at 5 am; while I slept in my sleeping bag. The bitch kept hitting me on the sore legs, I acted like I was still asleep, jumped up, grabbed her damned broom, and chased her ass back to her Manager's House, where I knew she was calling the cops. I got my shit together in time to avoid the police, yet as she watched, I walked into the only lit area, being the clothing wash and dryer bldg. I whipped it out, took a piss right in the middle of the floor, since the damned bathroom door was locked....and bolted the Hell out of there, of course, I was still young enough to have no manners.....!!! How's that Tote???? LMAO.....
I should of took a shit right then and there, payback for beating me with a broom. But then I didn't need to shit....!
