Originally Posted by
YokeyDokey
so last night I saw my former sweetheart at a criterion her son was riding... hadn't seen her in over a year and, whoa, she has lost at least 40 pounds... it blew me away so bad I couldn't get unclipped and fell over right at her feet, right there on the asphalt in front of her and maybe 500 total bicycle tools. f iretr uck. Only upside is, now I have bacon on my right knee to match that on my left from my last date with the pavement.
That's rough man, sorry to hear it.
Any chance she was charmed by your Dick Van Diyke-like awkwardness? (It worked well enough for him to hook up with Mary Tyler Moore.
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(Stupid filters won't display my entirely apropos image.
[Edit: Whyfi showed me how to defeat stupid filters.
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