Posted in Consciousness, cycling, fear, Magic


1305_bigSunny days like this remind me of the day Mel watched a guy “crash” his bicycle in the park across the street, pull his pants down and insert his hand into his ass all the way up to his wrist. We argued over who would call the cops and how to word the complaint.  She called of course, because she’s more responsible. While the event didn’t ruin our day by any means, I’m left wondering if, aside from police intervention, if it was one of the cyclist’s better days. I mean, how many people can say they ended a “crash scene” with ass play? True Story.


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