| Screen Name: |
angelapowell123 |
| Location: |
Laguna Niguel,
California
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| Country: |
United States of America |
| Birthday: |
February 15 |
| Riding Since: |
1991
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| Member Since: |
26-Aug-08 |
| Profile Updated: |
26-Aug-08 |
| Last Login: |
15-Sep-08 |
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The first time I rode a motorcycle...
Ohhh, you meant rode a motorcyle... woops... I was trying to save a horse.....
My Bio
My great-great-grandma was born in 1849, her name was Eleanor. My great-great-grandpa Pilsner was born in 1835 - they met when they were 18 years old at the local candy store where they shared a piece of black anise candy. It was love at first bite. They ended up getting married 1 week later and had my great-grandma Doris 10 months later. My great-grandma Doris met my great-grandpa Ben at the local bar in town. Great-grandma Doris was riding up on her horse and it started to buck her off. My great-grandpa caught her before she hit the ground and pert near saved her life. She may have died that day and I wouldn't be here to share this story with you. But fortunately, she pulled through. After they were married a few years, and a few children later, they had my grandma Elaine. Elaine was a naughty little vixen. She was quite promiscuous throughout high school and was a favorite of the boys. She met my grandpa Donald when she was 18 and was immediately pregnant with my aunt Eileen. Fortunately they loved each other and were married 3 months after she became pregnant. 7 children and 50 years later, they are still married to this day. Oh, this is my bio... woops...
I was born on a cold day in February, the day after Valentines' Day, in 1977, to Pam and Al Bohn. My father was an airline pilot and my mom was a secretary (I think she was the sex-ratary). Anyways, I have an older sister, Rachel. We grew up in Fargo, ND where there is nothing but wheat and sunflower fields for miles. My sister and I used to go sit on a hill under a big tree and watch the sunset while we'd eat our lifesavers and think about how awesome our life was. We'd pick purple lilacs that smelled so yummy and toss each and every flower onto the ground making a wish with each one. To this day, when I catch a scent of a lilac, I remember the good ole' days when life was simple and we had not a care in the world.
My Interests and Hobbies
sex, cowboys, harleys, and sex
My Gang
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radio
Louisville,
Colorado
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