I’ve had a cuntload if punctures on my fucking bike this week. Like seriously really bad luck. Also snapped levers and pinched tubes when trying to change them. Fuck this.
Oh, I should be finally picking up my fucking Vulpine jersey today. FOUR WEEKS LATER jesus christ.
Bloody hell! Glad they’ve finally been delivered
sweet man. I do the same thing with the washing up bowl.
You’ll be ill tomorrow alright… wanked into a coma!
I hope this does that weird thing where it makes it massive
Dozen and One
GOING ON BLOODY HOLIDAY TOMORROW LADS!!!
Where you off man?
Can’t wait like. Coming back a fat bastard.
Noice! Say hello to meowington if you bump into her, America’s a small place right?
How big can it be, right? I hope she’s wearing a DiS t-shirt though because I’ve no idea who meowington is or what she looks like.
fucking hell. I need to go to New Orleans so bad
Haven’t slept, actually dying
got the flu
thanks to everyone not having the decency to quarantine themselves, me not being able to drive and having a customer-facing role. also shout out to my autoimmune diseases and immunosuppressant drugs.
I ran home last night, just after Victoria Park had been locked up. There were several cyclists trying to climb over the fence with their bikes. I found it funny.