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Does the right rear spring perch look bent to you guys?
Does the right rear spring perch look bent to you guys?
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TotallyDoes the right rear spring perch look bent to you guys?
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Hugh Heifer said:Looks like I am buying a 100.![]()
I would say buy mine but there is no way I could compete with that.Looks like I am buying a 100.![]()
cphillips said:Happy thanksgiving everybody!
Happy thanksgiving everybody!
Time for the morning turkey trot.
Met a buddy in Rome and we ran a few miles out to the stadium and back. My brother also came along but he does not run, he walked.
So how did you do? Bragging time or at least some famous story telling from the Hugh.
Thenailed a first in her age bracket so she smiling big yesterday. I know you can top that with great story line.
Met a buddy in Rome and we ran a few miles out to the stadium and back. My brother also came along but he does not run, he walked.
Of course at the turn around we observed a person who appeared to be quite the hot blond running toward us. She turned around and allowed us to follow for a couple miles which I thought was quite delightful. Tight ass and chiseled calves. At one point I decided it would be wise to quicken my pace to see if there was more to that fine ass. As I did she must have heard my footsteps and she turned her head which got an audible giggle from my jogging partner.
It was then made perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with us. She quickened her pace markedly and any attempt to keep up was thwarted when my buddy decided he could not longer hold on and would rather be left for dead than see what was on the front side of that sweet behind.
In a moment of clarity he made a statement that reinforced his decision to begin walking...."Fxxx it, she obviously does no want us to see her because she is a butter face." I was able to encourage him to pick it back up reminding him we had a keg of Ranger to drink and a 17 pound turkey to eat.
Eventually we met my brother back at the car. My friend's ego was horribly wounded with a single remark by my older brother, "Did you see the hot blond? I think we have a date."
She does...and she too enjoys my anecdotes and appreciates a fine ass.
Thanks, that will do. By any chance does yourever read MUD? If she does, please write the story after she reads your post.