Our dear beloved Husky, he of the .47 ¢ toaster and Monster Dodge.
he’s in here somewhere
Husky goes large. Somehow, that does not surprise me. After being his roommate back in the mid-nineties as he harpooned his was across Tempe, I can’t imagine why’d he’d change his ways now.
And why not knock the dust off his quads? When you’ve got the IRS, 4 major banks, and Cumberland County’s Finest on your scent, you ought to get fast. The Trail of Tears just got a little bit longer, and Husky will clean it 1st run. Stay Pure.
I gotta get me one of them fat bikes…
Stay Gold, Ponyboy.by