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We rode up the hill and it was hard cause it was muddy and it sucked you under and down and took your soul with it straight thru the tires you know and it was disturbing cause it made people who weren't even on dumb bikes (SS) walk and that was demoralizing and then finally we got to the top and drank some stuff and people complained cause my hot chocolate was hot and the night was not as cold as we thought though we weren't complaining about that so anyway we went down solstice and it was so fun really fun and Eric said he was gonna go slow and he didn't go slow at all and there was much rejoicing when he rode the holy hell out of that nasty drop off section and also when I rode down the last steep bit for the very first time ever boy was i happy about that so we had a flat and fixed it then went on Eric's "single track all the way from the bottom of Solstice to SFD" which actually was nothing of the sort but was still really cool and great but just be careful how much Fuzzy you listen to cause he lied twice that night first about riding slow then about single track strecthing for 34 unintrerrupted miles even though it's only like 1.4 miles as the crow flies but anyway we went to Iron Springs and Justin was our server and he is horrible and awful and he almost got a Mo knuckle sandwich when he crashed into me and could barely mumble a grunted 'sorry' and when he spilled water all over the table and chair and declined to clean it up or when he failed to understand the importance and gravity of getting these people beer post-fucking-haste I mean if you're gonna be a grouchy-pants-job-hating-human-despising-punk-ass-even-though-you're-in-the-"service industry"-puckered-bung-hole-io then I might recommend *at least* getting the angered hordes their beer so that there might be some snowball's chance in Iraq of getting a tip or at least not getting tied up in back of the pub and waterboarded but whatever man we had a good time despite your black dingey pollution-laden cloud that kept drifting over our table come to think of it "Justin" if that is your REAL name why don't you come on a ride with us it will be great even though you've never ridden off road at night it's okay don't you worry we'll take nice care of you we have a great ride leader named Peter he likes the easy bike path like stuff and there's a trail called Wheeler that is good for beginners especially at night in the rain... | We rode up the hill and it was hard cause it was muddy and it sucked you under and down and took your soul with it straight thru the tires you know and it was disturbing cause it made people who weren't even on dumb bikes (SS) walk and that was demoralizing and then finally we got to the top and drank some stuff and people complained cause my hot chocolate was hot and the night was not as cold as we thought though we weren't complaining about that so anyway we went down solstice and it was so fun really fun and Eric said he was gonna go slow and he didn't go slow at all and there was much rejoicing when he rode the holy hell out of that nasty drop off section and also when I rode down the last steep bit for the very first time ever boy was i happy about that so we had a flat and fixed it then went on Eric's "single track all the way from the bottom of Solstice to SFD" which actually was nothing of the sort but was still really cool and great but just be careful how much Fuzzy you listen to cause he lied twice that night first about riding slow then about single track strecthing for 34 unintrerrupted miles even though it's only like 1.4 miles as the crow flies but anyway we went to Iron Springs and Justin was our server and he is horrible and awful and he almost got a Mo knuckle sandwich when he crashed into me and could barely mumble a grunted 'sorry' and when he spilled water all over the table and chair and declined to clean it up or when he failed to understand the importance and gravity of getting these people beer post-fucking-haste I mean if you're gonna be a grouchy-pants-job-hating-human-despising-punk-ass-even-though-you're-in-the-"service industry"-puckered-bung-hole-io then I might recommend *at least* getting the angered hordes their beer so that there might be some snowball's chance in Iraq of getting a tip or at least not getting tied up in back of the pub and waterboarded but whatever man we had a good time despite your black dingey pollution-laden cloud that kept drifting over our table come to think of it "Justin" if that is your REAL name why don't you come on a ride with us it will be great even though you've never ridden off road at night it's okay don't you worry we'll take nice care of you we have a great ride leader named Peter he likes the easy bike path like stuff and there's a trail called Wheeler that is good for beginners especially at night in the rain... | ||
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When does the damned oxygen mask drop down? | When does the damned oxygen mask drop down? | ||
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Revision as of 18:40, 14 December 2006
We rode up the hill and it was hard cause it was muddy and it sucked you under and down and took your soul with it straight thru the tires you know and it was disturbing cause it made people who weren't even on dumb bikes (SS) walk and that was demoralizing and then finally we got to the top and drank some stuff and people complained cause my hot chocolate was hot and the night was not as cold as we thought though we weren't complaining about that so anyway we went down solstice and it was so fun really fun and Eric said he was gonna go slow and he didn't go slow at all and there was much rejoicing when he rode the holy hell out of that nasty drop off section and also when I rode down the last steep bit for the very first time ever boy was i happy about that so we had a flat and fixed it then went on Eric's "single track all the way from the bottom of Solstice to SFD" which actually was nothing of the sort but was still really cool and great but just be careful how much Fuzzy you listen to cause he lied twice that night first about riding slow then about single track strecthing for 34 unintrerrupted miles even though it's only like 1.4 miles as the crow flies but anyway we went to Iron Springs and Justin was our server and he is horrible and awful and he almost got a Mo knuckle sandwich when he crashed into me and could barely mumble a grunted 'sorry' and when he spilled water all over the table and chair and declined to clean it up or when he failed to understand the importance and gravity of getting these people beer post-fucking-haste I mean if you're gonna be a grouchy-pants-job-hating-human-despising-punk-ass-even-though-you're-in-the-"service industry"-puckered-bung-hole-io then I might recommend *at least* getting the angered hordes their beer so that there might be some snowball's chance in Iraq of getting a tip or at least not getting tied up in back of the pub and waterboarded but whatever man we had a good time despite your black dingey pollution-laden cloud that kept drifting over our table come to think of it "Justin" if that is your REAL name why don't you come on a ride with us it will be great even though you've never ridden off road at night it's okay don't you worry we'll take nice care of you we have a great ride leader named Peter he likes the easy bike path like stuff and there's a trail called Wheeler that is good for beginners especially at night in the rain...
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When does the damned oxygen mask drop down?
