Oh, don't worry... The thoughts are temporary and fleeting, They don't actually get out of the car and get on the back of the bike.
Which is good., 'cause in my imagination I'm picturing accumulating chicks on the back of my bike - adding up like mad as I drove along and collect more and more chicks.
I'm not worried. My woman is madly in love with me, just like all of them
I should go for a ride this afternoon.
I told my woman what you said about her wanting to get on your bike with you if you pulled up to a red light and she said no fucking way she is getting off my bike and getting on anybody else's bike
Going through some recent records and Google removed your third click from the other day. Dunno why, but they did. I can tell, 'cause I remembered how much that day had earned and now it is a lower value.
The third one I clicked was a pop up ad
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