I have realized that the use of a pedal-driven, human-powered, single-track instrument having two wheels attached to a frame, one behind the other named bicycle (although in other languages it may also be known as bicicleta) gives me the sexy appearance of a civilized citizen.
I want to make clear that I do not meet however such high standards for the following reasons:
I am unable to circulate. I can only compete.
When I compete I can either win or loose.
If I win, I put myself in serious risk because I raise my hands and make the sign of victory, forgetting about cars and traffic lights.
If I loose I get annoyed, and I generally loose.
If I loose against elderly, fat or ugly people, I get really mad.
No matter whether I win or loose, I get exhausted and sweat.
I sweat a lot.
I also swear and spit on car drivers and other passers-by, using a very sophisticated French slang so that I make myself understood.
All that was yesterday: today I have an awful pain in my butt. I simply cannot ride anymore.
That evil instrument should be taken out from the streams of commerce and abolished
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Sometimes I think you're crazy. Other I think you're a genius. I definitely believe that to be a genius you must be a little crazy.
Ajoporro con chicha!, de allí al cuartico blanco hay un pasito...
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