Big Pimpin' on B.L.A...Son-of-a!!!!!!

The scene was set ever so perfectly. It was 75 degrees out today, the first day of its kind this year. Naturally, every young person in the area flocked to Lake Calhoun to ogle one another. As we were engaged in our volleyballs and frisbees, we would occasionally shift our glances from the opposite gender to the sweet rides circling the parkway. One blue truck, straight out of West Coast Customs, flipped the hydraulics, and a with very loud PFFFFT sank to low-rider status. Hearing this sound, hundreds of us glanced over. At that perfect moment, the slow-moving truck hit a pothole sent by God Himself, and with a resounding crack, the bumper of the truck was now dragging along the ground. Hysterics. Did he stop? Nah, he just rolled by, kept on, pursuin' to the next block, dragging his bumper, along with his ego, across the concrete for all to see, hear, and love.

Tommorow: Brokeback Vespa.