menace squared
On a day when i shoulda been spinning a resty-fresh 39x19 ... instead, there i am, playing in traffic and screaming at the mountain.
stupid testosterone.
This hormonal overload must be the frenzied work up to the solstice - i'm sure of it. Until then, it's a condemned state of rutting, strutting he-animal rumblings of the most primordial sort. Ever seen one of those big hairy bear-y's when they rub up all earth shaker-like against some poor unsuspecting timber? The tops of the tree sway in humped up rythym as a skinful of tongue-draggin' ursa major grunts against its shapely trunk.
yeah, it's like that.
So, i gotta find me a bike race in the near future ... to unleash some of this pent up voltage. Either that, or i gotta get laid ... for like 2 days straight.
'cause this ruttin' shit ... it's gonna get me in serious trouble.
8 comments:
well it is friday night...
i mean, you're no bob roll, but you might get lucky....
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BAD BUNNYx !!
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Wait, but if you get lucky will you also get slow? You may have to take one for the team, Bull Durham style.
how did i know you'd say that?
reedO - trust me, i never get lucky.
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and, you are SUCH a bad bunnyX!
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Well, you never know, that's the thing about luck and all, that pesky randomness.
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And of course, the oblique Tim Robbins/Colbert reference.
jesus, is everyone on that safeway team a smarty pants?
and no, PABst, playing dumb doesn't count.
Um, you might really want to withhold judgement on that one until you actually TALK to us for a while and SEE us in action. I doubt you'd still think we're so smart then.
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