by none other than the great bwood.
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i can almost see the keyboard...
some weird hellish mix of hillbilly baling wire, anal-eze and
duct tape...
fastening it to the surgically attached handlebars on aap's boyfriend's back...
some geiger-esque nightmare, spawned into the reality of waking times...by bad ginger ale, stale pretzels, and rancid protein powder...
and aap...like slim pickens in dr. strangelove (an appropriate comparison)...
laughing maniacally as he rides the big one all the way down...