Whoever stole my friend H.R.'s bicycle is an assweasel. Fuck You. No really, FUCK YOU.
Sorry, H, 33 is not your year. I am working on making 34 a better year for you. So far, Fitnessnerd has been tasked with lifting the voodoo curse that is on your ass while he is in N'awlins.
That and some Bazbeaux on Monday.
I'm not saying I have a big arsenal of whoop-ass, but I'm trying.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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