Driving along, I could smell the sweet stink of that two-stroke as it buzzed it’s way along the Expressway, long before I could see Kenny.
I bet there is some very serious, historical and lofty explanation for the name of this street in Sayville, New York. It’s probably best that I don’t look up the origin so I don’t ruin my own fun.
Would you like to touch my beef bishop?
I happen to know this fella (who is wonderful and handsome, I might add 
) who just got a new toy. Like all new relationships, this one will grow and evolve over time. Make sure you stop in to watermelon18.com to read about Kenny’s Aprilia RS250 saga.
My dearest darling boy Kenneth,
I wish with every fiber of my fuzzy being that i could get this for you.
I see joyous visions of you destroying the front lawn and then tear-assing down the street in a fog of maniacal laughter and the stink of exhaust.
Shortly thereafter followed by the unmistakable rumble of the impound flatbed and the cutting sound of lights and sirens as they haul your crazy motarded ass down to the pokey.
Maybe it’s just as well that i’m a penniless loser. I do it for us. For our own safety. Yeah. For our safety.