i don't really feel,
like writing a poem today.
i hope that it's alright,
and I hope that it's okay.
but i will bring you boobs,
for it is still Titty Tuesday.
have a peek at this great pair,
now what else is there to say?
choppers and bobbers and kustoms and hot rods and 70s vans and chicks with tits and perverted poems and more dumb shit than you can shake a stick at. but the real question is, why are you shaking a stick at it anyway? either hit it or quit it.
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