It’s bad enough that it’s whooping cold out on my morning bike ride, but then a flock of vultures were taunting me. I know what they were thinking. They were waiting for me to die from hypothermia. They’re gangsta. Nothing but gangsta. Sheesh.
It’s bad enough that it’s whooping cold out on my morning bike ride, but then a flock of vultures were taunting me. I know what they were thinking. They were waiting for me to die from hypothermia. They’re gangsta. Nothing but gangsta. Sheesh.