To the biker who zipped by me on the freeway this morning:
The next time you get on your motorcycle could you please make sure that your pants are pulled all the way up. Or at least wax that particular area. Because what I had to see this morning can only be described in one word: BLEH!
PS - I love the word hirsute. It always makes me think of Hessian mercenaries and that wolf-man who lives down in Mexico. Both strangely funny. But I think it's way too pretentious for normal conversation. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to use it.