Ok, so we're saddled up fer a long ride up to Guthrie, seems The Rock Tavern's throwin down some free barbeque brisket wit all duh fixins. Anyway, we're somewhere outside of Harrah in a little place called The Office, excersizing our rights as adults over 21 to imbibe a few cold cervezas, when one of theese yahoos, probably Todd or Ol' Harold, remembers that The Corner Pocket was having a Bikini Bikewash Saturday. Whoa Nelly! Change of plans. All 9 bikes had to make an outatheway detour to see those wet soapy bikinis clinging precariously on those nubile young bodies, just barely hanging on to those curvacious derrieres, stretched taught across their young bossoms....wow. Nothing like getting a dirty mind while simoltaneously getting a clean bike. And the beer was cold!
Pros: Robin the bartender...Mmmm mm mmm!
Cons: She's seeing Todd
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