…and my grips. Yeah that’s right, I awoke yesterday to find that someone had taken the banana seat from my 1967 Ross low rider bicycle. The thing is a bit of a rust bucket and the seat was ripped, but the guy (I’m assuming) actually took the time to unscrew and keep all the bolts. He was about to get those ape-hanger bars but must have been interrupted; probably by a Tranny. This neighborhood is going to shit, I tell you.
I think I’ll beat up a homeless person on my way home to make me feel better.
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beating up a homeless guy. nice. i always thought you were a little like patrick bateman…
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that sucks, at least you’ll enjoy riding around on yo bike more. the seat’s perfect for you now. ha!
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this is a travesty! this city needs to crack down on bicycle crimes.
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let me guess….danni the tranny = mr. neal
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bike for sale
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