All this time, I thought all this sheep talk was just talk.
Recently, I was out for a ride and ventured to the wrong side of the tracks (Owosso). Once I realized just where I was, I immediately knew I had to get the heck out of dodge (Owosso). In my haste, I made a wrong turn and ended up on a side street, so I stopped to get my bearings.
Then, something strange caught my attention; There, on the sidewalk, wondering aimlessly, mumbling something about "daddy, daddy, da-aa-aa-ddy" was this little white sheep.
"How odd," I thought. "Then again, you are in Owosso", I reminded myself. I knew immediately who this lost workin' girl was lookin' for.
Amazingly, she already knew exactly how to get in a FJR topbox... The first stop was a was; B-Nut wasn't at his normal corner. A little birdie gave me a course correction and we were on our way. "Da-aa-aa-ddy, Da-aa-aa-ddy, pimp da-aa-aa-ddy" she kept yammering on about.
Next stop, and we struck gold.
Apperently, Pimp Master Bust "strained" a "muscle" at "work"...
All I heard when I shut the door on the way out is, "oh baby, I missed you too."
I see he's back posting now, so maybe he'll be able to give that new suit a "once around the block", maybe on his way to pick up some little blue pills...
-wr
