02-26-2010, 10:01 AM
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When I lived in Sacramento, a neighboring town had a yearly crawdad festival that I always wanted to go to. So my hubs at the time and I drove there, looking like a couple of twits out of an LL Bean summer catalog and the streets were crawling with biker types giving us the hairy eyeball. I grabbed my guy's arm and demanded we leave. Fucking assholes looked like they were just dying to start something, especially the disgusting slags that were questionably women.
Not my cuppa tea.
Not my cuppa tea.



