The bike man encounter.

Welcome to this weeks latest fufilment of my destiny. As you may or may not know, I ride a bike to school. Not just any bike. A speed master 8000. Barely street legal. Anyways, long story short, theres no more room for children in this world. So please do your part in having yourselves spaid or noudured in order to control the fetal population. Its appreciated.

But seriously I'm petitioning against the earth in order to have the wind removed form the environmental equation. NBC just bought the rights to the case, and they will be releasing a made-for-tv movie next fall.

Heres something of interest. I was hanging out with an old chum by the name of Josh (Malvolio) Mallinson. Well we decided the times was ripe enough to engage in a little bout of pool. So we went to acquire the cues. During the interaction with the cashier a moment occured between the mustached merchant and myself. I looked at his soul, it looked back!!! Quickly a conversation sprouted. "What did you do with your bike?" he asks inquisitively. "I left it unlocked with no front tire outside!" I passionately screamed silently. The news washed over the cashier as if the lord Jesus Christ robbed him with a letter opener for lottery tickets. The man then began to ramble furiously. I couldn't really understand it all, but I think he was sending me subliminal messages using eye-blinks. "th-th-th-the thing is, th-th-th thing is see, the thing is see-- about your bike--the thing is about your bike--your bike is...-the bike---my bike is." Understandably I vomited. It was too much use of the word bike in one day. Thats the law! I managed to escape his love gaze and carried on with my daily shananananagans. As I left the complex, I walked out the door in slow-motion while flicking a cigarette through the cashier's four-inch speak-hole. He then exploded........