Yes…car is to gun as bicycle is to bow-and-arrow. Moronic.
That was pretty funny.
And I think more of that is true than not.
7. You are wearing gorgeous racing gear. Shorts so tight they look as if they were handed-rubbed into you by a team of Kiehl’s interns. Your junk sits on your rock-hard bike seat looking like a robin’s nest stuffed in a Lycra bag. You look HOT. You …
- a) Speed though the streets of Saskatoon and then through the Cranberry Flats pretending to be racing the Tour de France then head back to your place to watch the **Nurse Jackie episode you PVR-ed, eat a ripe mango and then pleasure yourself. *
- b) Speed through the streets of Vancouver pretending to race the Tour de France then ride to Kitsilano and have vegetarian food at The Naam. Get home, watch the UFC and pleasure yourself. *
- c) Speed through the streets of Toronto pretending to be racing the Tour de France then stop by Cherry Beach and pleasure yourself. Head home and watch *The Sopranos on HD DVD. Think: Tony Soprano takes antidepressants. Why shouldn’t I?
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That was pretty awesome, actually…
7. You are wearing gorgeous racing gear. Shorts so tight they look as if they were handed-rubbed into you by a team of Kiehl’s interns. Your junk sits on your rock-hard bike seat looking like a robin’s nest stuffed in a Lycra bag. You look HOT. You …
- a) Speed though the streets of Saskatoon and then through the Cranberry Flats pretending to be racing the Tour de France then head back to your place to watch the **Nurse Jackie episode you PVR-ed, eat a ripe mango and then pleasure yourself. *
- b) Speed through the streets of Vancouver pretending to race the Tour de France then ride to Kitsilano and have vegetarian food at The Naam. Get home, watch the UFC and pleasure yourself. *
- c) Speed through the streets of Toronto pretending to be racing the Tour de France then stop by Cherry Beach and pleasure yourself. Head home and watch *The Sopranos on HD DVD. Think: Tony Soprano takes antidepressants. Why shouldn’t I?
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That was pretty awesome, actually…
You’re right…he’s got me pegged as the b) type.