Jeff needed to write an article yesterday so we proposed the great American motorcycle trip. Just of the top of our head.
I don’t want to scoop Jeff so I’ll keep the words to a minimum and the photos to the outakes.
Tony wanted to come too but his hog wasn’t workin.
We tried to help him get it started, but no go. We decided to look good on our bikes instead.
So we said fuck it, let’s go to Wing House.
And many wings were had.
And then we said fuck it again, Let’s go to Kathy’s, get more wings.
The we said “fuck it” one last time and went to Hooters. Strange things were afoot at the Hooters.
Josh became the first man in the universe to take home two Hooters waitresses on a Vespa.
I was falling fast into the world of testosterone and jock-ism. So Jen and I decided to have an acoustic jam sesh to twee me up a bit.