Sounds like you're just pissed off that you aren't being given ample opportunity to show us how fast those trained legs of yours are, you stud you.
I hear you, brother. My priest is always chiming in when I go to confession. What an asshole. Where's Sam Malone when you need him?
About time someone addressed the secret little feud that cars and bikes have been having in this town lately.
"I am not the drunken douchbag hogging the mic with an eight minute rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody"
You are, however, the drunken douche bag hogging the mic with a "custom" rendition of "How Deep Is Your Love" while attempting to lure strangers home with costumes and, I can only presume, candy.
You like riding bikes? Case Study is a 10 minute ride from there. I wouldn't consider that a "steep" price to pay considering you saved $50,000 or more on your house by living "out there".
My girlfriend passed me the salt at dinner last night and I quickly slapped her in the face. "Stop patronizing me, I'm perfectly capable of reaching the salt despite these T-Rex arms!!!"
It was probably the person who got forced out of your place when the gentrification train came running through.
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