OMG. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time!
So he does video blogs WHILE they do it.
(via my friend A, who probably wishes to remain anonymous.)
How bout that? I know a fella that converted his to a fixie with neon velocity wheels.
Your dad rode vintage road bikes before you did and he’s got the saddle-smashed balls to prove it. He was a cadence-king of the century club who crank-kicked the shit out of his competition. His two-wheeled chariot was Campy fresh and lugged-steel sturdy. He deserves a yellow jersey for being a life-leader of the swag peloton.
So hipsters, when you’re saddle deep in 70’s street style that you’ve ruined by converting it into a fixie with obnoxiously neon velocity wheels, remember this…
That bike was the only thing your dad rode harder than the Tour de Your Mom.
Hipster street cred points if you can name the make and model of the bike in the photo.
Big thanks to bippityboppityboo on tumblr for the photo.
"I go to the cafeteria for the crackers. I buy the soup because I don’t want to look like I’m stealing the crackers."
—Paranoid and Hungry (For Crackers)
"I want to meet the person that gets away with listing “,etc.” on their resume under qualifications."
—Your Local Ponderer
A Quick Background
First and foremost, let me put my own beliefs upfront. While I have no reservations in my mind that would set aside a personal viewpoint regarding your sexual orientation, I believe that reality is not as kind. Let’s face it, there just isn’t a clear path to complete unity on this issue.
Simple-minded people will always persecute those who aren’t similar to them, considered normal, or live up to their interpretation of their god’s book.
Crimes committed based on race, ethnicity, religion, sexual-orientation, gender, or age are hate crimes, pure and simple. If it is the motivation that guides you on your quest of nefarious behavior, then you have committed the worst kind of crime that exists and you deserve the worst kind of punishment.
So when I read that the FAMU hazing victim told his friends and family that he was gay, I instantly began searching for my raincoat and umbrella. Folks, the shit-storm’s a’ brewin’. The horizon smells mighty awful.
"When I see two Mexicans having a lively discussion in Spanish, I always pretend they are talking about stocks, bonds, and the economy."
—Is it Racist?
"I’m going to start a new blog called Instagram.atica - a collection of photos of NFL kickers ran through instagr.am."
— Insane Man Behind the Keyboard