Before leaving we got to say goodbye to my BFF Ryan and his pink do-rag.
Steve and I have known each other for at least a decade. I believe we met in a playground when I was 13-some sketchy shit involving illegal substances and hemp necklaces. Ask him the story, I’m sure he’d love to tell you.
Full, the FJ is the size of a porsche.
Just barely out of Boston. Those are bugs, not bird shit.
We have yet to kill each other.