you know the kind - they are in head to to leather on a crotch rocket and you just KNOW they are 6'1, 240 lbs of ripped manmuscle under there. (haha, so ok, I must have an overactive imagination - on with the story).
Well, I currently have a little "flaw" on my upper chest (some may call it a pimple *shhhhh*) so I pulled down my drivers side mirror and was checking my flaw to make sure it was covered by my shirt. I looked for a whole 10 seconds. When I put the mirror back I realized the biker had turned around and was looking back at me. Then he gave me a thumbs up and revved his engine.
I think he thought I was checking out my own boobies
Well, as long as I got an engine revving outta him....
Well, I currently have a little "flaw" on my upper chest (some may call it a pimple *shhhhh*) so I pulled down my drivers side mirror and was checking my flaw to make sure it was covered by my shirt. I looked for a whole 10 seconds. When I put the mirror back I realized the biker had turned around and was looking back at me. Then he gave me a thumbs up and revved his engine.
I think he thought I was checking out my own boobies

Well, as long as I got an engine revving outta him....

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