Everyone likes photo updates so kiss my ass.
I Fell.
Went biking with Rob on New Years Day which was the most peaceful and terrific bike ride I've ever been on except for when I hit the ground and ate shit. (Pictures, I promise)
Like an asshole, Rob got his tire flat so we already started off on the wrong foot (Just kidding, Rob, I already know you are adorned with bad fucking luck, sorry), which made me reconsider our awaiting journey.
He's pissed in this picture. Especially because I wasn't helping him at all.
"Fucking Bitch"
Rob's 560th tire. Give it up, people, he's a pro.
"Would you like some water you good for nothing lazy bitch?"
Anyway, we biked, and he started first by throwing unnecessary gang signs. My pictures aren't in here because my gang signs were "Stupid and made-up", according to Rob the great.
"Yeah"
"Yeah, dawg"
We went downtown and visited the 'Satan Payphone':
And then I ruined the photo:
I don't know why I do this.
We rode to the top of the
parking garage building
and it was hell during that
last slope but
our fatasses made it.
That was a poem by the way.
Sucker Free!
Together.
Apparently, this space was 'reserved'.
Then we rode to the cemetery and considered smoking a joint but: 1) We had no blunt, and 2) We were just talking shit.
Then I mooned Bicentennial (sort of)
Then it happened...I fell... And remember I promised you pictures?... Well I lied. Wait, I lied, again. I wish I had a sketch of the damn thing it was so ridiculous.
Oh, wait I do.
[Edit: Something happened to the picture. Sorry, folks]
Then
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Rob claimed he wanted to move to the other side of the street when in fact, there was a car on the other side driving towards our direction. Whaaatt? I was going blazing fast like T1 internet when his pegs got caught between my bike spokes causing us to get more stuck while I was still going at an accelerated speed and then I flipped headlong off of my bike and landed on my hands, stomach, and legs, scraping my hip against the pavement. His bike fell on top of me and he broke several of my spokes causing me to ride home with a fucked up wheel. I argued and called him an "asshole", and blamed him for my cuts and bruises... and my wheel. He called me a "dumb bitch" and told me to suck it up. Minutes later, the lady in the green truck (poorly drawn above) stopped and asked us if we were okay and if we needed a ride someplace. We said "No, it's okay but thanks a lot!" Then Robby said "What a nice lady" and immediately turned to scold at me.
So I did. I sucked it up. But it was cold and we were long ways from home. My cuts were still bleeding and stinging, and the road home was very bumpy.
We stopped at the bicentennial soccer fields along the way to catch our breath as if you give a fuck:
For some reason it looks bloodier in person...But i swear to god I was all fucked up!
The ass seems lonely without the bike:
Week after the accident:
2 Weeks:
3 weeks
Yeah, It's here to stay.
To end this post I'm going to add some pointless pictures.
One to describe the weather:
One we saw while driving:
And lastly, for being a jackass:
Oh yeah, baby.