"I picked a bad day to give up laudanum!" growls Count B., spitting out bits of paper while searching the glove compartment for his hip flask.
Gnashing his teeth, he grips the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, then shouts, "I'll get you Lady Lavinia and that spying little Cat too!"
This site is by Royal Enfield motorcycle enthusiasts. I think they live in caves and paint their faces blue.
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