So Chad Fox came over last night w/his cousin from Chi’town. Little did I know they were just trying to ‘shart’ up my furniture.
*mental note – put out furniture covers when bloggers visit*
Actually, he came by after I got off work to return my helmet. I gave Chaddie boy a ride home the other night to the bowels of Northbeach aka crackaville. Like a good little boy, I made him wear a helmet. But I had nowhere to put it afterwards so he was kind enough to drag it with him last night from bar to bar until I got off work.
And if I were anywhere remotely close to being a chickenhawk, I would have been all over his little cousin. Cute and sweet, what a combo. Fortunately, the only chicken I’m into comes from Tyson. Hell, I never liked young boys even when I was one.
I can just imagine the fetish/uniform comments that were made about your friend carrying the helmut from bar to bar….
Back in the old days there was a guy that used to come to the bar with his toy truck of the Tonka persuasion! 😉
OOOO! Chicken…give me some legs!!
How old is a “chicken” exactly? I’m not sure what expression even means?