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Elegy for a man I barely knew You were a good friend of my dads. College buddies, drinking beer and chasing girls. You married friends, Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Elegy for a man I barely knew
Pop up a nice bowl of popcorn, turn off your fucking television and watch this video tonight. I am not sure what to say other Continue reading Don’t read this post if you like keeping your head in the sand.
What to get the girl who has everything? Get her a chopstick push-up bra. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a rice bowl and set Continue reading Wednesday nonsense.
This one in from my mother. Really. From: Mom Subject: A good idea This is a good idea, regardless of political opinion. When you are Continue reading A good idea
It may be wrong, but I still want one. One afternoon in early September, an architect boarded his commuter train and became a cellphone vigilante. Continue reading Kick out the jams
An interesting read on Guy Fawkes day. If you haven’t heard of him, it’s because it was a long time ago in England when Mr. Continue reading History repeating itself…sorta.
It just keeps coming… From: Tom Subject: Getting run the fuck over Since there seems to be a rash of folks sharing bad bike stories, Continue reading Getting run the fuck over
I like to bust the balls of my co-workers about them not wearing helmets to work. One assclown (love ya, Malibu) brought his helmet in Continue reading Wear a helmet!
File this under “holy shit!” not a typical commute home (This post is a draft. I will edit as I have the energy. Thank you!) Continue reading Biker Down: Peter McKay
Where is Randy now? Mixing it up with the American Border Patrol schumcks. Truck with man in it guards the entrance to the San Continue reading A truck with a man in it… Try typing “a” next time.
Tonight is the big spooky Halloween Costume Bicycle Scavenger Hunt. I’m staying in. And what’s on the list worth all of 15 points out of Continue reading Ya’ll mother fuckers can’t fade my shit