I remember when Frank had his Honda minibike. He looked like a monkey on a tricycle. MaryAnn told the story of him coming home from church on a Saturday night in his new suit. When they got home his buddies were waiting with their bikes to go for a ride. Without even changing clothes, he was on his bike and gone. Of course the suit was destroyed by the time he got home with that silly *‘shit eatin’ grin on his face. Mary was livid, but what good does that do?
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