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I went from this:

The rise of the machines.

Naive I was - I broke up with her on Jan 3rd. She always set traps for me. Was unhappy with people and then she'd be silent, grumpy. I should have known when she said that she thought I was wearing a wedding band from my ex-wife on a picture of me on FB. It was a picture where I am talking to a friend at a bike race.

Sounds like there's some overprotective, entitled, softies here. My parents beat me when it was deserved. They came form that generation - so they beat me with either a belt, a wooden spoon, or a spanking. Being the oldest of three, I always got it hardest - and my sister and brother did too.

We need these signs. As an avid, rule obeying cyclist, I highly dislike those cyclists who don't abide by traffic rules.

Tsk tsk! His dad's going to be so mad at him.

Is mayonnaise a sauce?

HR girl used to hit on me. HR girl told me once she had a tattoo on her butt so her husband could look at something while doggy styling. HR girl had an affair at work. HR girl ended up getting fired.

I agree... I live in Highland Park, where weekends turn to cyclists who don't obey stop signs or red lights, conditioning drivers to be accustomed to that. Even my daughter, who follows the rules of traffic on her bicycle will say: Pappa, do the people who don't stop belong to Team Stupid?

I rode a bike. Bike stays inside my apartment when not in use. I often times, in my sleepwalking, write notes to the food in my fridge and I tell the butter that is too fat. Some times, when I ponder off into the distance, I wish I rode an intergalactic rainbow puking unicorn centaur female. Its not a pet, nor a