On a bike ride downtown, my chain pops off the gears and I'm coasting as Renee pulls away.
"Hurry up, or she'll leave you," shouts a bum from the sidewalk.
You're six months too late with that warning, sir.
"Hurry up, or she'll leave you," shouts a bum from the sidewalk.
You're six months too late with that warning, sir.
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scopitone:
Ah, the ever present transient sage.
sirloins:
I missed a lot of something.