ergonomically incompetent. drunk as ever on wheat wine, prime time we bust a bevy, batten down the brash blistering boys and teach a lesson taught to all in time. don’t be so sure you’ll make it out without a scratch. the fact you’ve yet to get pinched, means little more than your time is coming up quick, your number is floating to the surface. odds are, odds aren’t in your favor any more than they were in mine, three times thrown from a bike seat into oncoming traffic. advice comes in dribbling, “a windshield acts as a cradle; it won’t shatter as easy as any other window.” good luck netting, rubbing buddha’s belly every time you pick up your take out. knock on wood… woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’.
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