You can ride it if you like

It's got a basket A bell that rings
And things to make it look good


I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it.

I might take you up on that in Sept.

I'll lube the derailer.

Stop, you're making me wet.

I'll remove the seat for ya.

Pink Floyd to anal rape in 5 posts.

The Lounge is still the Lounge...

rape?

No thank you.

I have a headache.

RIMMMMMMMMMMMY!

how about your asshole?

Didn't you answer
him right on cue?

Talk about the bear
callin' the kettle
xitty.

Keywords!

are the keywords anal rape?

Keywords!

Fuck you and your pedals.

So whats the wheels?

Anal rape makes
the Guests come
round an round.

And round again.

I am proud to say I did not puke during today's bike ride.
15 miles after 4 hours of z's and 13 beers
is my best.
I don't need to try to top it.

15 miles.

One hour?

If Victoria does not quit bitching about my gut, I swear I will start riding a bicycle again. Even if it kills me.

When me and some
of the fellas would
ride our mountain bikes
up about 1,000 vertical
feet to The Pinnacle, I
drank about 15 beers the
night before one ride, on
top of not eating the day
before and having an
absinthe for b'fast.

I bonked very, very
hard less than a quarter
mile from the car. They
had to come get me.

I can only guess that you suffered
a massive head injury as that would
explain a lot of xit.

When I was riding a bike with a couple of friends, it was usually 2 strong beers and of course one Polish plonk per head-it was real fun when you are ridin' not knowing where, how, and bearing in mind that you should not be even moving/walking, but you insist on riding, even if you do not see neither the cars gettin' your way, nor the way itself.

These were the times. In fact, I got hit by one of the cars-must have riding in the middle. Nothing serious happened-the bike survived and we landed in a ditch.

Good god...

I'd never ride
a bike drunk
again.

Too hard and
dangerous.

I'd rather have a
nice ton+ o' car
around me.

Nope Loogie,
the melon was
untouched, but
my engine totally
ran the fuck
outtah fuel.

An interesting feeling
if it's never happened
to you.

I almost got a mountain bike through my windshield this afternoon. Just got off the GG Bridge, accelerated to about 60 mph, when the bike launched off the carrier on the Jeep in front of me. I braked like fuck and never took my eye off it. Timed it perfect and got by unscathed, but almost rear-endded the idiot in the Jeep. The fucktard stopped in the #3 lane to watch his bike get taken out by a Toyota.
They should have a knot tying section on the driving test and ban bungy cords for tying off loads.

He sounds like
a load that xould
have a knot tied
around his neck.

Did it look like ET's bike? That one got airborne even at kiddy speeds.

And hey everybody, I'm the new meet. But I'm used to being butchered differently here in Eurofuckyland. Be gentle. And no rusty knives, please.

Damn! I always worry about stuff like that, Cros. It makes me nervous to be behind anyone with shit strapped onto their vehicles. Mostly because of my keen awareness that people are idiots. Glad you were unscathed.

Chickens regularly take a tumble off poultry trucks on the Bama highways. Flying chicken butt leaves a dent.

I once launched a mattress into traffic on the BQE in NYC. Fortunately no one was hurt and no accident caused. No bungee cords and I know how to tie knots. Didn't account for wind getting under it and snapping the rope. Yes, I'm an idiot. But I drink more now so it bothers me less.

But not us.

I'm encouraged to know you care.

Encouraged how?

Suicide?

The long way. By drinking. More.

Open yer neck
and have at it.

Someone needs to
pick up the slack
from us 3 Wagoneers.

Keep it up, amigos!

Been easy for me.

Dinky's been sick,
so easy for him.

Wogger's comin' off
a run, she's in the
rough patch.