So, the Firebird ran out of Funk Juice.
She was running on fumes for some time, not even sure how she got this far. Haulin’ balls around the bend, suddenly the Bird came to a halt. She flashed an *indubious* grin, knowing there was only one thing left to do…
So, she pushed and pouted and roared with laughter until all of a sudden ... the Funk Juice was overflowing and the Firebird never ran out again.
And she was off. Cruising down the highway being a timeless bird once more.
Enjoy the cheeks. And if you ever run out of Funk Juice, just get nakid.
model: Sydney Moeller