Gonna rip into these rascals tonight with some pals. Our porch is done, its summer time. You'll know us when you see us, we'll be the ones hollerin' from the stoop at 'cha.
Last night the ride home was into a head wind, seat too low, but when I got to Main Street, I was just ahead of the Corn Fest Parade, so that was cool.
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