He was hardly 'stranded' as my group came upon him shortly afterwards and at least consoled him a touch while pushing his injured steed to the roadside and cleaning up the spilled blood, err I mean we shoved his ride off the road and sopped up some oil. As I came back from Wrightwood (yeah, I really just don't like Fuddruckers) I passed him and four or five other cars patiently waiting where we left them. I stopped at Newcombs to put my top up and stretch my legs and saw a guy in a flatbed tooling up the road with a grin that could only mean he was making 'Sunday on the mountain money'...
Hope you got home okay.
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Two bulls are standing on top of a mountain. The younger one says to the older one: "Hey pop, what's say we run down there and fuck one of them cows". "No son" the older one says,"Lets walk down and fuck 'em all".
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