EricV
Riding, farkling, riding...
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The fellow thought he was king of the camp... until the Goldwing rider pulled up, poured an espresso, then complained loudly that he only needed to stop to re-fill the tequila for the margarita machine, while popping another toastie in the micro as he was at it.