Thursday, September 16, 2010

Open Letter to Whoever Has My Bike

FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PRICK.

I walk out my apartment to ride my little green Schwinn to work and it's gone. %$!@*%$. I don't ride it tons, but it comes in handy and allows me to keep my other bikes safely off the mean streets of Philly.


Thanks d-bag. I hope I see you riding it because I will tear the limbs from your body and cut off your face when I get a hold of you.

Wherever you are my dear bike, I hope you are OK. Godspeed.

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