Sweaty Balls Ramble
As payment for being the guest speaker at his blogging class, Casey had to stay in DC this weekend and be exposed to whatever kind of ride I could dream up. This dream turned into the “Sweaty Balls Capitol Ramble.” We rode out from my place in Capitol Hill, past the Mall, onto the capitol crescent trail, then once that ended, back down Conneticut Ave. for a while, then down into Rock Creek Park, which put us out by the momuments. All this and the ghettoest spoke cards you ever did see.
can you guys tell i have been working out? who is that fat slob in the yellow shirt? crap…
really though: i think nick’s non-leather saddle kills the shot.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t look like you guys were sweltering…and fat slob? dude, who you kiddin’? If you seriously try to start some kinda self-loathing thing saying your fat…I’m gonna start callin’ you a shrimp.
Be warned.
What bike is shirtless guy riding? It looks cool.
Q
a cool 80s pinarello
If you guys were in a movie you’d be hitmen. The opening scene would be “shirtless” wearing that smile and sunglasses and he’d say in a Brooklyn accent,”Ey Antny(James) were’d you put my shirt?” Then Anthony would say,”Up your fuking ass Sal. Fuking Lu’s wearing it.” Then Lou (Nick) looking up all dumb-like would say,”Wah? Mines were dirty.” Shirtless would then pop one at Lou and miss while Lou just keeps staring at Good Morning America on TV.
Dear me, you missed your calling as as screenwriter for b-rated gangster films set in the armpit of america.