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I'll take "Least Attractive News Anchorette" for $5000, Alex! Followed by: I'll take "Most Pouty Lips on a Street Reporter" for $500. Other things I learned: snake bite = bee sting, unclipping is for wusses, 75 years old and still hammering.

One unusually balmy morning, I slipped out to the barn extra early to get my hands on those teats. Thinking that I was alone with the nanny goats, I prepared a romantic setting of wildflowers, succulent grains, and Travis Tritt music for my ladies. To my surprise, the grizzled old county veterinarian had arrived earlier than I did and she proceeded to startle me by snapping on her rubber examination gloves. My head spun around and we exchanged pleasantries. As our eyes locked, I could sense that she wasn't there to just worm the goats. I'd later find out that my aunt had sold my (human) virginity to pay off a poker debt. I was young, and raised to respect authority, so I easily slipped into a submissive role to this very experienced dominatrix. We had an audience of bleating and baying nannies for our outdoor exhibitionist show. My nervous sweat mixed with the dust to fill in the vet's numerous and deep wrinkles in her sun-baked forehead. The illusion of a younger woman filled my mind as I passed my "inspection" with flying colors. To be continued......

I've been on my Banshee Spitfire for 5+ years now and if SM just moved to town, I'd buy a Rune. That's a lot of proven bike for the $. Maybe not sexxxxy anymore, but I've still got 0 complaints with Banshee. https://www.jensonusa.com/Banshee-Rune-SLX-Rockshox-Jenson-Bike

trail work, daughter-led yoga nightly, mtb, swimming in Lake Travis, coaching volleyball, gymnastics spotter, lots of marital relations.

.......When the ranch transitioned to goats, I met my first true love: milking teats. We actually started running cattle in the big pastures and had dairy goats closer to the house and barn. Esther was the first goat that I ever milked. She had a luxurious hide of auburn bristles that shined like the Cadillac's spoked wheels in the sunlight. When I initially grasped Esther's teats, she let out the most exhilarating bellow of ecstasy, and then and there, I learned how to please a woman. We were a thousand miles from nowhere. Wheat fields as far as we could see. Both needing something from each other. Not knowing yet what that might be. To be continued........

Me likey. I'm not sure if the eldest would fit on it yet (the Trek Skye is tiny), but being an XS, i bet she might. How do we do this? Trade for an aquarium?

interested!

tell me more about this wonder bike?

I'll investigate farther. Both bikes are grip shift with (I think) tektro levers. Thanks for the hot tip!

my vote in bold.

I wanted to vote for multiple options, but alas, I just gave you actual data and you'll have to infer my interest in goats and aquariums. Meatball Throwing Star.....owt!

Neither of the girls' bikes have adjustable levers. First thing i checked on the trail.

Oh, shit. I just realized that I asked for a map of the SATN.🤣

Probably from welding. He's high dollar....

.......When the ranch transitioned to goats, I met my first true love: milking teats. We actually started running cattle in the big pastures and had dairy goats closer to the house and barn. Esther was the first goat that I ever milked. She had a luxurious hide of auburn bristles that shined like the Cadillac's spoked wheels in the sunlight. When I initially grasped Esther's teats, she let out the most exhilarating bellow of ecstasy, and then and there, I learned how to please a woman. We were a thousand miles from nowhere. Wheat fields as far as we could see. Both needing something from each other. Not knowing yet what that might be. To be continued........

Thanks, fellers! Sounds like i might become a Southie. The 12yo does good at PB, but the 10yo needs tamer trail on the 24". Momma W's 29er rolls over anything!

IN!

Thanks, Mr. 'dog! That's exactly what I'm looking for. I may have to do a Crank/Drank/Scout ride soon. My wife used to do a Mommy and Me-type exercise thing at Dick Nichols. It will be sweet to learn to link those up somehow. The map is helpful. After ride treats/beers are also helpful.

That will need to be thoroughly ironed out prior to TMW Fest. You're in charge of camping. Kindest regards, Meatball Throwing Star

Must be pleasant to win.

I did get an A in Headline Writing at UT. To quench your desire, it all started when I was a young boy and would travel northwest, to Coleman County, Texas to visit my great aunt and her, dare I say, plethora of sheep. That tough old broad could shear 200 head each day and still whip up lip-smackin' pot of chili and badsass cobler. We'd round out the day playing SkipBo and drinking Fuzzy Navels. My great aunt passed away and my Aunt Ginger and Uncle Dave inherited the sheep ranch. Uncle Dave spent his days as a land man in the oil business, spread between the Permian Basin and Southeast Texas. This left my Aunt Ginger home alone on the range. I spent every summer from 12 years old through high school working sheep, playing SkipBo, and drinking Fuzzy Navels. Aunt Ginger was struck with Polio in her youth and was confined to a wheelchair. It never slowed her down, but when I got my learner's permit at 15, I'd chauffeur her across counties to get the best watermelon, or chinese buffet, or steak available. I got to drive her around in a stretch Cadillac Broughm DeVille with electric everything. When I wasn't driving Miss Daisy across the badlands for Kung Pow or Loweke Steaks, I'd tend the sheep and sharp-shoot any predators that I felt were a threat. I became quite a rifle shot with a bolt-action .22. As I got older, and more trusted, I also became quite the pistolero. There were 4 stock tanks on the ranch and I preferred to bath in them after an afternoon of fishing. I shaved my head with the sheep shears and learned to sew up my own ripped pants. Then........one year, we sold all the sheep and switched to raising GOATS! To be continued.......

I'm incredibly sorry to ask this, but I'm completely ignorant about what's available there. Could you point me towards a map of PM me something if that's more appropriate? We have pedaled the Circle C city park on Slaughter and stopped to play at the playground when they were littler. I think we were trail-a-biking then. Lunch date after made for an awesome day.

Rad! Now just shopping for shorter-pull levers. It's a travesty some parts they put on kids bikes.

There will be a Mandatory Team MeatWeapons meeting held at Spider Mountain on/or around April 30 for TMW Celebration of Birth-a-Palooza. Ride till you puke and then we'll grill and chill the rest of the night away. I'd plan for $201 for that trip....

Sorry that I missed your post. Thanks for the input! V-brake compliant, I imagine?