“A lot of folks think that
one of the nice things about progressive living in the 21st century is that a man can write poetry and still be a man. I call those folks hippies and losers. Seriously, did you not expect to catch shit for writing a poem? I mean jeez.”I pointed out that I didn’t write the poem, I just linked to it because I’m a sensitive guy in touch with my feelings.
I can cry, you know.
But in the interest of manning up and maintaining editorial balance, I’m designating today “Man Day” at Bicycles & Icicles by posting a pic of a hot babe with a bicycle, and sharing something that Adam says is a good man poem:
There once was a old hooker from Perth
Who had an extremely wide girth
When she rode her bicycle She got a nice tickle
So she pedaled for all she was worth!
5 comments:
Where's the bike? All I see are boooooooooooooooooooooooooobs!
Yesterday I rode the Yeti up to Kincaid and back. I got passed at Earthquake park by a girl on a Trek with downtube shifters. I had to stick it in the big ring to keep up and enjoy the scenery. It was a fun ride, but there were strong headwinds /sideways winds both ways
There once was a man from Kildare,
Who used to do his wife on the stair,
But the bannister broke, so he doubled his stroke...
And finshed her off in the air.
Thank you, I needed that.
You hypocrite! This gratuitous play for page views is OK, but anything other than just-the-facts-ma'am cover lines is sensationalism?! Who you kiddin'??? You're a Rupert Murdoch in the making!
So this is the picture you've been saving for the right time. Nice.
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