Originally posted by jacksoncsplayer
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"Joe told me on the ride into work that Mike (the son) wanted to paint his room. Since he never does shit around the house, his mother and I told him it was OK. We didn't know he was going to paint one wall fluorescent green, one wall fluorescent orange, one wall fluorescent yellow, and one wall deep purple!"
I wish I had a picture of Mike. He was probably 6'0" and weighed probably about 280 with 90% body fat. He wore dirty bell bottomed jeans that never covered his ass crack and a blue jean jacket covered in patches. He had a beat up old Bultaco 250 Pursang that didn't have a silencer on the expansion chamber. He would ride that fucker up and down the street at all hours of the day and night. God only knows how many tickets he got!
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