AT-1 Yamaha so many memories\nBye, J I'll never forget your 300cc surprise. Love, M. J. FASenstein Your mom did what to you? What's the matter with you folks ohhhhhh! The lessons from Racer Joe's Top Fuel College are unforgettable even tho my FAS symptoms make everything more difficult like changing the oil in my Vespa and getting into my Santa costume . Golly gee willikers, Granny . Have a heart . God bless all the FAS survivors this is Micropeanus J. FASenstein signing off . Goodbye for now, [REDACTED Living rent free in that blockish head. Lol What does one make of a person who would dress as Santa? It's not natural and points to a predisposition to Not an acceptable path for a member of the flock. Santa is a jolly fellow and not a particularly bright one but that's where Ragnar the Reindeer comes into the picture. You see, Ragnar is Mall Santa's boss who just so happens to enjoy leaving surprises in Mall Santa's path after he's had a few shots of bourbon. It brings him great joy and amusement, much to Mall Santa's chagrin. That's a story for another day, lady and micromanager. Au revoir, friend and sidekick who makes me feel as though I have purpose. Of course there's nothing but round trip flights to the gas giant Uranus. The in-flight meals are good and the stewardesses are 'helpful' if you catch my drift, but the long flights are exhausting. Nothing like taking Duke (that's the name I gave to my trusty Vespa) out for a ride to look at dead leaves and listen to some soft rock classics all the while pretending not to be an old woman . FAS is my passion but I also really love a good bow el movement in the morning. The whole trailer park knows about it LOL Looney Old Lady in a lovely pink bikini. Wowza 1971 Yamaha Rt-1 360 was a thing in 1971. But as a Senior Citizen, I'd still have to say that pupu is my favorite brown substance. What do you think, MicroP? Let's hear it I know I suffer from FAS but don't be afraid to interact with me. I'm so lonely now but once I make my triumphant return to the Parkdale Mall in full Santa mode, all will be well again, ma'am. I am rubber and you are glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you. Nya, na.\n\nHey, MicroP, guess what? I'm free tonight as usual. Wanna stop by my place and have some Pina Coladas with me? Do you like Pina Coladas? And getting caught in the rain gets tossed through a plate glass window
Note to self: Learn to defend myself!
Just because you don't like pina coladas doesn't mean you have to toss yourself through windows, buddy. You need a vacation on Uranus, the gas giant. Later 1972 Triumph TR6 w electric overdrive just might be powerful enough to launch a person to Uranus, the gas giant. Mall Santa, can you give me one of these electric TR6 thingies for Xmas? Thanks in advance, Queen FAStastic 73! Yippee Yakima-the stability years. But then something went wrong. Ping pong ball after that. Why did you put a ping pong ball in the tailpipe? Were you bored? Tell us why you did that. Uranus is a planet in our solar system and it's also a colloquialism but it is not meant to accept ping pong balls. Do better Uranus Ping Pong & Pizza Hi everybody. I'm twelve. My name is K Mart. I think I need to take a dump. It's becoming most urgent Forgive your mother for the FAS and try to embrace what little time you have left ...contribute to our story.