To the driver of the dusty red, ragged-out pick-up truck that honked at me, swerved around me, then ran through a stop light as I was pedaling east up SE Hawthorne at 4:30 today: that truck makes your dick look small.
Love,
me
To the driver of the dusty red, ragged-out pick-up truck that honked at me, swerved around me, then ran through a stop light as I was pedaling east up SE Hawthorne at 4:30 today: that truck makes your dick look small.
Love,
me
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