Well... in a non literal way they peed on my rug. Actually they just stole my bike... I don't know if I would have been more upset if it was my real bike, or Erik's bike, or maybe even Anno's bike.... these things would have been annoying but no...
They took my tandem bike... my piece of crap yet to be fixed barely drivable bike that really was a long way from anything and had nothing but potential... and this is mourning... the potential is gone. A regular bike, or a good bike even is predictable... who knows what could have happened on this tandem bike? Who knows what it could have become...
Well, all I can hope for now is that it's dead in the river valley, starting to rust. Rust from the moisture of the blood and guts of the guy that was impaled because the breaks didn't work and after steeling it he went off the road and smashed in a tree and bled lots... and lots...
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and lots.
Jerk.
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"That rug really tied the room together."
That sucks, dude.
It's the death of a dream more than anything...
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