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The not so typical Mexican Biker

Buffalo Wild Wings is his soul and sanctuary.
The presence of a black woman is a sweet aroma
entering his cave.
He hates the coppers.
He dreams of riding the california skies.
The Kitchen is his meditative palace.
Juliane Moore can give him an orgasm a thousand
miles away.
He hates Honda Civic riders.
Starting a Mexican restaurant in Kansas,
is always in mind.

19 Feb 07

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mmmmmm.... I Luv Mexican Bikers late at night.
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