Instead of acting like an indignant butthole and directing traffic around yourself going over the Hawthorne Bridge during the evening commute, why don't you do us all a favor and get out of the fucking way you Tool-Bag! Stay right until you learn to ride that impractical piece of shit fixed gear bike so you're not a fucking hazard in the bike lane or get a bike you can ride safely with those noodle legs of yours. By the way, you're not fooling anyone with that stringy long hair and stupid chain around your waist. There is no fucking way you have ever delivered a package for money. You're too clumsy and weak to get out of your own way, much less survive a day in traffic as a bike messenger. Fuck-Off
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