Between the bikes, lowriders, late night metal
fabrication get-togethers, cranked up to 11
disagreement solving sessions, and cherrubic
children, our neighbors love us. A little bovine
friend could be the straw that breaks that camel's
already weak back. I'm saving my lunch change
from here on out for one of these little guys. I'll
name him Bullshit. After a long, hard day at work,
a certain amount of solace will be taken in walking
around the neighborhood searching for man's
upgraded new best friend shouting that sweet,
sweet name.
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