Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Stupid Bike Lust
When I was in Chicago speaks German cooks could be an evil man. Unfortunately he’s also an asshole… but maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. Because Jacob just sent me this – a picture of his new Bianchi Pista fixie, complete with flip-flop hub. Bastard.
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Yes, it's true, and I have taken a backseat to the bike in Jacob's life. Now it's the bike that he caresses, kisses, and sings sweet lullabies to.
I think Jacob might be making a mistake caressing the bike instead of Angela.
(I sure hope she reads that and thinks I am all gallant and stuff and then also tells girls that I am all gallant and stuff, because, let's face it, the only reason I am not caressing a bike that would make me look that cool is because I don't have one.
duh.
R.J., I agree- Jacob's neglect is just foolish. Doesn't he realize I could potentially provide all the fun of a bike ride, and then some?
Only a gallant man, like yourself, would see his silly mistake.
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