Warning!!! Cam- Whore Alert
In the not so distant past, I found myself in my biker friend’s garage. The garage is like their lair where they hang out with their friends amongst biker posters, motorcycles, motorcycle parts, cigarette butts, and beer cans (some empty, some full)
On this particular visit, I noticed a sticker on my friends bike that simply stated D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
I asked him what that meant to which he replied, “what dilligaf (saying it as a word)”? He then pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. tattoo. With a straight face, he said to me “Does It Look Like I Give A F**k”.
I laughed and told him that I needed a t-shirt that said that….I was trying to fit in. Little did I know that my request was about to be fulfilled. It was like my friend was some kind of magic biker genie. He told me he would give me his t-shirt because he could always get another when he visited Dallas. His wife produced the shirt, which was fresh from the washer. I had to leave, so there was no time to dry my gift. I left the biker lair with a new, wet shirt in the back of the truck.
I decided to take a picture of myself wearing the shirt to be sent with a thank you card to my biker friends in hopes of being added to their collection of pictures on the walls of their lair.
I ended up taking two, and can’t decide which one to send. Here is one
And here is the other. Oh joy, it is in puzzle form! Solve the puzzle to see the pic. When you are finished, eat some corn on the cob (it is on sale right now).
On this particular visit, I noticed a sticker on my friends bike that simply stated D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
I asked him what that meant to which he replied, “what dilligaf (saying it as a word)”? He then pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. tattoo. With a straight face, he said to me “Does It Look Like I Give A F**k”.
I laughed and told him that I needed a t-shirt that said that….I was trying to fit in. Little did I know that my request was about to be fulfilled. It was like my friend was some kind of magic biker genie. He told me he would give me his t-shirt because he could always get another when he visited Dallas. His wife produced the shirt, which was fresh from the washer. I had to leave, so there was no time to dry my gift. I left the biker lair with a new, wet shirt in the back of the truck.
I decided to take a picture of myself wearing the shirt to be sent with a thank you card to my biker friends in hopes of being added to their collection of pictures on the walls of their lair.
I ended up taking two, and can’t decide which one to send. Here is one
And here is the other. Oh joy, it is in puzzle form! Solve the puzzle to see the pic. When you are finished, eat some corn on the cob (it is on sale right now).
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Yeah, I think you are right. Number ONE BABY!
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