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This is the story of the most amazing device yet dreamed up by man, and, well, women too. If you forget the women, bad things happen. So, let's not forget them. Women have done so much since the creation of our sexes, but this isn't the story of women, but possibly one of their creations. A creation which I do not know was meant to become the most fascinating object in existence.
This tool is the wave of the future. It's one object made of others--or is it the other way around. Think of a bus made of airplanes, or lobsters made of tacos, or tacos made of lobsters. You know what I'm talking about! I'm talking about the...wait, we need more build up. Will this object be remembered for all time, as the start of a new era? Will it lead mankind (oh right, and womankind, but I suppose mankind can be all inclusive) into a new age of enlightenment? It most certainly will!
Where was I? What was I talking about...it's hard to write stuff when I am busy at work.
I'm sure it wasn't important.
The other day, at Tina's place, I had a burrito with a couple of jack cheese sticks and some canned beans in it. It was much, much tastier than one would expect. Mmmm, beans are pretty tasty. Something about their consistency that makes them more appetizing. I wasn't gassy at all afterwards!
Sorry, I forgot, the buildup to the wrench-pedal; or is it the pedal made of wrenches? I don’t really know.
Well, I was riding a bike; let’s call it my bike, even though it has become everyone’s bike...you know, like the village girl. Anyway, my brother, Matt, got into riding the village girl. Matt works at Copland Sports; where he has accumulated all sorts of extra quality parts for the village girl.
Now in case you don’t know, you should avoid bolting two different types of metal together. Needless to say, the threads on the pedals are steel, and the threads on the levers for the bike are aluminum...(aluminum isn't strong.)
Well, the aluminum threads completely tore out after traveling quite a ways into sycamore canyon. You would think that I was stuck. I’d have to turn around and head back. No! Never! Tina had the magical object! A wrench, with a bolt on the end! A bolt! For what use? No one really knows, maybe it was meant to be a pedal. Thus, the wrench became a pedal, or the pedal was a wrench, hoping to one day be a pedal again. And with this wrench-pedal, we continued our journey, over chaparral, and across rivers...until the other pedal fell off...
This tool is the wave of the future. It's one object made of others--or is it the other way around. Think of a bus made of airplanes, or lobsters made of tacos, or tacos made of lobsters. You know what I'm talking about! I'm talking about the...wait, we need more build up. Will this object be remembered for all time, as the start of a new era? Will it lead mankind (oh right, and womankind, but I suppose mankind can be all inclusive) into a new age of enlightenment? It most certainly will!
Where was I? What was I talking about...it's hard to write stuff when I am busy at work.
I'm sure it wasn't important.
The other day, at Tina's place, I had a burrito with a couple of jack cheese sticks and some canned beans in it. It was much, much tastier than one would expect. Mmmm, beans are pretty tasty. Something about their consistency that makes them more appetizing. I wasn't gassy at all afterwards!
Sorry, I forgot, the buildup to the wrench-pedal; or is it the pedal made of wrenches? I don’t really know.
Well, I was riding a bike; let’s call it my bike, even though it has become everyone’s bike...you know, like the village girl. Anyway, my brother, Matt, got into riding the village girl. Matt works at Copland Sports; where he has accumulated all sorts of extra quality parts for the village girl.
Now in case you don’t know, you should avoid bolting two different types of metal together. Needless to say, the threads on the pedals are steel, and the threads on the levers for the bike are aluminum...(aluminum isn't strong.)
Well, the aluminum threads completely tore out after traveling quite a ways into sycamore canyon. You would think that I was stuck. I’d have to turn around and head back. No! Never! Tina had the magical object! A wrench, with a bolt on the end! A bolt! For what use? No one really knows, maybe it was meant to be a pedal. Thus, the wrench became a pedal, or the pedal was a wrench, hoping to one day be a pedal again. And with this wrench-pedal, we continued our journey, over chaparral, and across rivers...until the other pedal fell off...