9 thoughts on “Tuesdays with Dirty: Pokémon Hunting”
It may not be “right”, but you are doing it better than most.
Yes.
Holy hell yeah. Fuck Zubats.
Fucking useless Spearows.
I’m finally getting back on the bike after my vascular injury— about fucking time, I might add— and was down at Marymoor Park, ready to strike out on the trail aboard the faithful Moose. A young male, perhaps seven years of age, was having an epic meltdown, apparently due to confusion over an email address, resulting in not being able to play Pokémon Go on his grandma’s iPhone.
I did what any responsible cyclist would do: I clipped and rode away.
Is summer vacation almost over?
Fucking useless Spearows.
yes
I might add— and was down at Marymoor Park, ready to strike out on the trail aboard the faithful Moose.
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It may not be “right”, but you are doing it better than most.
Yes.
Holy hell yeah. Fuck Zubats.
Fucking useless Spearows.
I’m finally getting back on the bike after my vascular injury— about fucking time, I might add— and was down at Marymoor Park, ready to strike out on the trail aboard the faithful Moose. A young male, perhaps seven years of age, was having an epic meltdown, apparently due to confusion over an email address, resulting in not being able to play Pokémon Go on his grandma’s iPhone.
I did what any responsible cyclist would do: I clipped and rode away.
Is summer vacation almost over?
Fucking useless Spearows.
yes
I might add— and was down at Marymoor Park, ready to strike out on the trail aboard the faithful Moose.