Time to start dumping shit off the side of the bike, when I sit on the bike it sags on its springs until the kickstand is useless because I got too much freakin' crap in the luggage...
3 days ago
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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you need a trailer
ReplyDeleteThe seven dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope. Grumpy leads the pack. "Grumpy, my son," says the Pope, "What can I do for you?" Grumpy asks, "Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?"
ReplyDeleteThe Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome." In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them. Grumpy turns back, "Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?" The Pope again thinks for a moment and then answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe.
"This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare. Grumpy turns back and says, "Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?"
The Pope, really confused by the questions says, "I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world." The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......
"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"
"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"
Moderate, I just need to carry less shit.
ReplyDeleteAnd avoid donut shops.
ReplyDeletePizza parlors, Bryan. Pizza parlors. And I must admit it -- I am heavier this year than I was last time I took a long trip on the Mule :-(. But not *that* much heavier!
ReplyDeleteWhat you need is a real road bike. You don't like country anyway, you think that country folk are backwards, so why bother to go there?
ReplyDeleteWhen you do you are just a city dude in the country will a cell phone and other stupid city shit. :-)