Originally Posted By: Sol
Put a chick in a thong on a John Deer into any story and it becomes a winner. You could be hand-digging a 6-foot deep sewer lateral though the front yard in August at high noon and it wouldn't be that bad if that chick lived across the street.


That chick was a top 10 tennis player at UCLA. She was 6 ft 1 inches and hard as a rock. Her parents have major bank ( dad is a corprate Lawyer and lives in Sun Valley) she married a semi pro hocky player and dad bought them a house, put him through school, bought him every toy on earth. He was a dick so she sent him packing with nothing ( pre nup of course) she went wild. I set her up with my freind and she humped him into a pile of goo and moved on. She could be spotted coming home at 06:00 A.M on a saturday morning climbing out of the BMW 730 with nothing but a long t-shirt and a cowboy hat smelling like a burn clutch. She is now a art teacher in Haily. God I miss her.

I see her ex now and again. He lives in a track home and has a ugly wife.
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Clearwater/Salmon Super Freak