Back on the trolly.
At least until the next derailment.
Sometimes technology is a grand, and accommodating lover, taking care of your every need. Other times it’s like a murdering, toothless meth head that eats all of your cereal and then wipes their ass on your bathrobe.
“Hey Stevil, that’s a very clever title. Good call.”
“Why thank you Stevil. You’re very polite and marginally good looking.”
“Thank you, so are you.”
“Why, thank you.”
“Let’s party.”
My hangover from Sunday just made it’s way out of the room, so to celebrate, here is a picture of a cake;
Maintaining a bicycle related weblog while physically unable to actually ride a bike is one thing, but being able to do it while buried under the cover of winter is something else entirely.
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