Fun Run 9-26 Pictures, Some carnage, lots of class Options

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Here are the pictures I took yesterday of the Fun Run, more fun, less run.

[SLITS]

Ah Arron poor Arron the gay blade from Corona,
Now resides with his boyfriend in Pomona,
My pink tights and large tits he wants to fondle,
But alas he is left with another to coddle.

A driver he claims for himself to be,
Pushing his grocery cart up the street you see,
Dressed in flip flops and begging at the corner,
His pityfull teener is just a gonner.

Maybe LA for the next fun run,
Necessities are bulletproof glass and a gun,
All the signs are in a language I don't speak,
The people I really don't want to meet.

So one of these days in the future I see,
A run in the mountains just for the glee,
And if you lift in a corner and blow flames,
It'll be the Fire Dept with whom you'll play games.

Over the edge you just may fly,
On the way down, you might just start to cry,
The rocks and the trees are hard to avoid,
When your brakes and steering are just a void.

Now why I write the words in poetic form,
It is just my way to try to conform,
To the constant bashing we see in this forum,
It sure makes it much less boring.

And Arron poor Aaron in class he will be,
While the rest of us pile on this melee,
An engineer, civil at that, he wants to be,
He'll design shit we'll never see.

And all these things he learning he'll try to apply,
To make that POS teener try to fly,
And he and Screwloose will together be found,
Spinning in circles, just round and round.

With Slits, his pacemaker kicking,
Will pass poor Aaron like his brakes are sticking,
And while Aaron is wondering with Slits in sight,
Slits will disappear in the distance, like into the night.

And in his haste to make his teener faster,
A tube up his ass to capture the gasses,
From the burritos he eats and then passes,
Into the intake of the VW in masses.

The flames from the exhaust are no problem,
It's the smell that will send us all stumblinn,
As he lifts his cheek for another rumblin,
His seat will disintegrate the rest of his car crumblin.

This post has been edited by SLITS: Sep 30 2004, 02:01 PM