A test of sorts

I've had this option for awhile now. Haven't seen fit to use it. Long
bouts of typing is wearisome on my thumbs. For this same reason I tend
to sacrifice sentence structure. Grammar is a bitch when you've only a
small screen and two thumbs.

I am sitting on the steps of my fraternity house. To my right I have a
clear view of sorority sisters scrambling to get into outifts that will
soon dissapear in a beer haze. In front of me, a salacious girl runs by.
I watch the tightness of her spandex pants and wonder how it would feel
to cup her bouncing blackness. I don't hear much other than the
incessant drone of incandescant street lights and the blinding whur of
cars rushing by this old part of route 66.

Already my thumbs hurt.

I have for company the stars and a bag full of keystone and pbr. The
last I sat on the steps drinking, I was with rosencratz and a box of
canada's best. I find labatt to be a sweet treat, a fitting dessert, or
an appetizer for dining on the north's best women...

Rosencratz and I met the world's best philosopher that night. He was
skinny, blonde, and drunk. He wore a polo shirt and an iron cross. He
sprouted such magnificent gems like "its all bullshit!" we learned that
jesus was bullshit, even if you wear a cross around your neck while
sprouting it.

I am going to get some tonight. I can feel it. I won't like what I'm
getting, but at least ill have something. Beer does wonders for my
standards.

Just past me were two bikes. I recognize them from the shop this
afternoon. I often go to jerk myself, so to speak. Particulalry
salacious was the new model vfr. I am enchanted by v-4s. Would have
loved to see a triumph triple and am convinced that my next ride will be
a daytona 955i.

Now that I have seen this in action, expect bored party posts and
musings.

Cheers
Jon

~ I write with your life and my own ~