Eight of us piled into Quinn's forerunner and took off. It was a blast driving over whatever was in our path including trees and walls.
Just driving up a tree.
43 degrees
Some random bicycle in the woods.
Who knows why there's a stop sign in the middle of the woods.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Monday, August 21, 2006
Off-roading
Posted by Alice at 4:24 PM
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