Hate to break it to you, not-so-kind sir, but you really cannot take yourself even slightly seriously if you're riding a fucking unicycle in Central Park. Especially if the unicycle is a tall one that places your perilously perched ass at my eye-level. So don't go pedaling around, your chunky legs chug-chug-chugging to steady the wobble, with that nonchalant, pursed-lipped expression indicating world-weary ennui if you don't want me to want to poke big twigs between the spokes of your weenie wheelie woowoo-cycle. Some of us aren't so lucky, and have to share our Volkswagen Beetles with a dozen clowns.
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Offered by: ltfqskewzg on July 31, 2007 9:39 PMHe wasn't going commando was he?
Offered by: Sally on May 10, 2007 2:42 PMU make me lol and wobble.
Offered by: terry on May 6, 2007 6:36 AMgoing
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Offered by: don on May 5, 2007 12:31 AMIs everybody gooing to miss the point, Jodi?
Offered by: don on May 5, 2007 12:29 AMIt's been a while since I've read a good unicycle rant on the net :)
Offered by: Emmy on May 4, 2007 5:06 PMmmmm...mimes! They're HOTTT! And so are the Blue Men for that matter...curious little guys discovering everything for the very first time...Hee! It THRILLS the imagination!
Offered by: jamied on May 2, 2007 6:35 PM
Ah, the fragrant aroma of childhood circus incidents gone awry wafting about in the springtime. Like that shrill piercing call of Pale Male as he wings about over Central Park dropping his greetings on all the birdwatchers below...
While Jodi's traumas obviously deal with unicycles and eye-level asses (insert your own imagery there)... Mine have more to do with mimes. Creepy little bastards, mimes. They wear make-up, don't talk and do contortions. Much like the Blue Men. Only the Blue Men are funny. Mimes are just creepy.
>moonwalks out and into an imaginary box
Offered by: Ds on May 2, 2007 4:44 PM
