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sometimes little bits of hashish cling to the burlap.

Shit. I crawl in a sack for some coffee beans and wake up behind a Starbucks in Seattle.

Note to self RE chafing: do not masturbate with burlap sack again

Excellent.

Yay! It's back!

I was getting the shakes.

"Yes Mr. Ashcroft. We have Poulos in sight. The green phoenix rises over the blue turtle."

sheesh

postre?

Shoot the moon. Shoot the moon!

Two scariest things I've heard today:

A. If there is a transit strike, I still have to show up to work (I live over 6 miles away and have no car)

B. Mariah Carey has covered "Bringin' On the Heartbreak" by Def Leppard.

"Mariah Carey has covered "Bringin' On the Heartbreak" by Def Leppard."

It beats the hell out of Def Leppard covering anything from Glitter.

In truth, I don't know which one is worse. Because they both involve Mariah Carey.

True, true. If Mariah would just STFU and walk around topless all the time, I would be much happier.

"Keep your eyes on this one, he's feisty."

As said by Astronaut Leo

It's a rare Aw sighting!

If Mariah would just STFU and walk around topless all the time, I would be much happier.

I think that's how she got her recording contract, isn't it?

Heh. Got a bike, witchstone?

I haven't ridden a bike since the 10th grade.

I haven't ridden a bike since the 10th grade.

Hey, maybe then you've got an old Spider bike with a banana seat from 10th grade somewhere, then. That'd be stylin'. Wish I still had my Spider bike. *sniff* I miss it.

Hey, it's the wife (Aw)! With you working late on account of the pending transit strikes, this is about as much as I have seen of her this week.

The strike is obviously being coordinated by Dean Kamen.

I used to have a blue Ross three-speed with a banana saddle from which I removed the handbrakes or reasons that are now lost to history. This was cool until they repaved my block with spiky gravel embedded in tar, so I could no longer stop by dragging my bare feet on the street and would have to sometimes steer myself onto somebody's lawn where I would inevitably go ass over teakettle upon hitting a tree stump.

It also used to have this toy-gearshift thingamabob strapped to the crossbar which made revving noises when ya pulled it. I drove the whole neighborhood nuts with that for a while.

I was such a special child.

That bike would be fun to ride through NYC during the strike come to think of it. Too bad it's prolly in a landfill someplace.

*sniff*

...where I would inevitably go ass over teakettle upon hitting a tree stump.

Heh! I did that on a bike w/ no brakes once, too. I stopped at the bottom of a hill by hitting a fire hydrant. I flew right between those monkey handlebars with my arms outstretched like Superman, then skidded in the grass for a few yards.

*sniff* I miss that kind of fun, too.

eh, I was only hit by a car... twice

I flew over the handlebars of my brother's bike once, landing head-first on the street. (I was playing "E.T." with a friend). My mom started to get concerned after I asked if my brother was mad at me for the 10th time and I couldn't remember that I had gone to see E.T. that day. Apparently it was a pretty bad concussion, but I'm happy to report there was no permanent damage. *insert joke here*

I got hit by a car when I was seven because I crossed the street reading a book. I bounced all the way across the road and never lost my page.

I never told my mom, either, because I knew she'd yell at me.

Those Nancy Drew books are so addictive, aren't they?

;-)

Exactly.

Ross? C'mon...HUFFY BABY! That's what I had for a "beater bike" as my mom called it for quite a few years. Matte black thing of beauty. For a while it even had a few #56 marking attached. Then I just ripped those off and it looked like a customized chop-shop death machine. Shit, I tried to hit cars.

jonmc - why in the world were you riding with a teakettle? I certainly hope it wasn't full of scalding hot tea.

Oh, and I fell off a moving car once (yes off - bright boy was sitting on the trunk), hit the pavement, rolled about 5 times, had enough momentum to just stand up, found myself on the sidewalk - and my cigarette was still in hand, lit and unharmed. I puffed and walked away as if it was entirely planned that way, with many a bystander staring with mouth wide open.

9622: I never told my mom, because I knew she'd yell at me.

Ross? C'mon...HUFFY BABY! Matte black thing of beauty. For a while it even had a few #56 marking attached.

This the same bike my mom bought me for christmas. As a single mother I think it was the first mechanical thing she assembled. The hand-grips she could not get on the handle bars so she cut them in half then taped them back together around the handle bars. She didn't know to get them wet on the inside then slide them on the handle bars with ease. I use to get some good ribbing for that from my friends.

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