Ooooh Yeah. Another sunny day in Savage land, while the cool breezes of Autumn help to dry the sweat from my muscle tee. Nothing like black lycra shorts and a slashed wife-beater tee to kick start a 40 degree morning. No wimpy-ass jacket required, oooh yeah.
I hopped in my F-350 with the eight inch lift kit and left a patch in front of my neighbor's Prius to remind him who the bull on the street was. Then I blew past a few stop signs in the hope of catching one of those sissy morning joggers off guard. You ain't working out if you ain't pumping LB's man. Dig it.
I went with the black head wrap this morning to match my shorts, and not because the steroids left me bald as a cue ball. I parked my pick -em up on top of Kia and busted into the coffee shop to order a triple shot grande. One fella snickered at me by the cash register, but he wasn...
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