I think Chunks is reaching the age where he can no longer jump in the shower with Angela.
So Chunks was in the shower with mom when he looks down at her bush, confused he asks.
“Moma whats that?” she simply tells him. “Honey, that’s my washcloth.” Chunks seems ok with that answer until the next day they are in the shower again.
He looks down at his her now groomed area and asks.
“Mommy, Mommy what happened to your washcloth?" Angela not missing a beat says “I lost it.” Once again the Chunks seems OK with the answer.
So the next day Chunks comes running up to Angela and says, “Mommy, Mommy I found the washcloth, the babysitter was using it to wash daddy’s face.” Kids got to love them!
❗WATCH FOR MOTORCYCLES❗(Warning long post) It's hard to believe it's been a decade since that horrible day on April 19th 2008. It started out the type of day us riders dream of all winter long. Perfect temperature, gorgeous sunshine, and plenty of daylight to enjoy our beloved machines. My best friend Oliver Herrera and I set out at around 2pm with the anticipation and excitement that can be compared to that last day of school after a long ass year of dealing with bullshit schoolwork. It was about 20 minutes or so into the ride when we were approaching the Glastonbury town line at about 50mph coming from Portland Ct at the intersection of Isinglass Hill Rd and Glastonbury Tpke when all of the pleasure and fun of riding turned to sheer horror at the sight of a blue Nissan Altima approaching from the opposite direction make an illegal left hand turn into my lane completely blocking the road and providing me absolutely NO time to evade the inevitable impact. The following moments were a blur of blues and greens swirling around me as I my body ragdolled through the air to be stopped violently and abruptly by a concrete road sign shattering my right femur like a twig. When I came to a stop my right foot was resting on my chest but I felt no pain, (At first) and for just a moment I fealt a very strange sense of calm as if something was assuring me I was going to be just fine. While the following weeks and months were a living hell for my family, friends and myself. It's and experience I wouldn't trade for anything. While I dealt with a ton of judgment from people about my desire to continue riding. I kept my resolve and thouroughly enjoy the sport to this day. I've been labeled everything from a badass to a dumbass, but nothing will change my passion. I want to thank everyone who read through this post and everyone I've tagged who were crucial to me making it through this life altering experience. I love all of you. Be your brother's keeper and ride safe.
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