LOL...! It was just like little house on the prairie but with a twist of Vicodin, alcohol, innuendo and Ferraris... Andrew, you want an unprofessional picture of Bruce's head...? Which head...?
LMAO...! Yeah, i believe i have a shot or two... Lemme check... . . . . . . . . . Unfortunately, the one i posted before seems to be the only one i can find... i'll look more later...
@Bruce, what a beautiful testarossa!!!!! The "beast" looks so evil in yellow - oh I love it. And Bruce, you are living in such a beautiful surrounding that I get a bit envious. Its nearly impossible here in Germany; our neighbours are so cloth to us...it sucks! @NNO, thanks for posting the testarossa pics! Brilliant!!!!!! Wolfarossa FORZA FERRARI
Weekend With Wellingtons... Barry Carbonno Last night, I said goodbye Now--it seems year I'm back in the city Where nothing is clear But thoughts of me --driving you Bring me a tear And tell me When will the snow melt When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I drive you again Time at Wellington Took me away To long soft-porn movies --and you, in driveway We started a story Whose end must now wait And, tell me When will the snow melt When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I drive you again I feel the change comin' --I feel the wind blow I feel brave and daring! I feel my blood flow With you I can bring out All the love, that I have --With you there's a heaven So earth ain't so bad And tell me When will the snow melt When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I drive you again
Thanks, Carreaper... LOL, Wax... Not hard to tell that i have "a thing" for Bruce's car... Testarossa, Testarossa... Her potion; sordid and potent. Forged is this opus, gorgeous in motion. The sort of commotion that forms when swarms of convulsions are warm and orders are spoken, borders are broken through hordes of emotion. Testarossa, Testarossa... Fleeing, we sought roads; seeing we lost those in the rearview, a clear view and a screaming exhaust note had me dreaming, speeding thoughts so seething, air breathing through taut nose. Testarossa, Testarossa... Bending with curves. Sending the verve to nerve endings; a purge was the never-ending with her. Sensing the swerve, gently, we were intensely a blur. Testarossa, Testarossa. Get the most of extra closeness; test the roads with sex in doses; dressed in prose addressed to focus, say it twice, Testarossas.
Carbon, Does Bruce get to claim you as a deduction on his taxes? (Referring to the fact that you spend a lot of time there (( Not that there is anything wrong with that)))
Bruce, That is just a gorgeous car-so clean in every aspect! The yellow just sets the TR off so well! Best, Your friend from Dallas