Confession of A Dangerous Mind

Eat it up bitches. I'm going to fess up to something that even one of my best friends just found out about me. I know your probably thinking what could it be something so significant she is well your probably thinking she's because I know you guys think in contractions. Back to what I was say what could be so significant that I'm dedicating a whole blog entry to it. Clearly only terribly significant things merit a blog entry correct? The answer to that question is negatory. Although when I told said best friends this so called secret she acted like it was well kind of a big deal like a horse sitting on a bar stool playing ping pong kind of big deal. Well I might as well get to this "Big Deal". The confession is your friends neighborhood Spiderman (i.e. me) well I can't ride a bike. This is true!! No more pretending to understand the saying "Hey It's Just like Riding a Bike”. Because uhm I don't get that saying guys Hello I can't ride a bike. So stop it please. The upside to me not riding a bike I will never be one of those assholes. Those assholes who when they're downtown on they're Oh so nifty bicycles decide it's a good idea to ride on the sidewalks. That’s shit even pisses me off when it’s not downtown. Seriously FUCK OFF get on the street or find a fucking bike path!!!! And have you ever been in a park and there are two paved paths, one path is the bike path and the other is probably a bike path too but in Westmont park people walk on the other one. Well anyways have you ever been accidentally walking on the bike path and when it’s me it’s not accidentally because i'm an asshole those bike bitches have a shit fit. Shit it’s the fan you'd think you where kicking they're puppy. Nope just walking on the wrong path well then stop driving your bikes on the sidewalk and I’ll stop using your bike path as a sidewalk. I know absolutely now logic there but I hate cyclists who think they own the world they can suck on my chocolate salty balls........of chef you kill me!!!