MOTHERFUCKING FUN



WHo says you can't have fun in Lincoln, Ne. 4 High lifes, 4 jacks, some strippers. Oh yea. Friday night entertainment at its best. As I'm sitting there, watching strippers, I think " motherfucker, if I need to make a rock n roll video I know where to go to get the chics". I was also thinkin' about cheeseburgers. Cheeseburgers rule. They taste so motherfucking good. Lather me up in cheeseburgers. Hand me up a cheeseburger you behind the window bitch. Make it fresh. Otherwise I'm comin' thru that motherfucking window. Headin' back to town, as I hit the little blinky speed limit checker doing 90, I'm hopin that burger king is open. 27 & O baby yes it is.

So here I sit. Typing this motherfucking bullshit and trying to stay entertained. Fuck I love Lincoln. I can't even get into trouble in this motherfucking town. Good thing cause I have a future. A future of more motherfucking so called dipshit mistakes.

Sam on a MOTHERFUCKING bic



It is not like studying German, where you mull along, in a groping, uncertain way, for thirty years; and at last, just as you think you've got it, they spring the subjunctive on you, and there you are. No--and I see now plainly enough, that the great pity about the German language is, that you can't fall off it and hurt yourself. There is nothing like that feature to make you attend strictly to business.
- "Taming the Bicycle

MOtherfucking snow disease



MOtherfucker. The neighbor freaks when it snows. He's got bipolar cause he screams alot. I'm sitting here studying, needing a break anyways, and there's this motherfucking loud scream. Bipolar motherfucker likes snow. There out building a bipolar snowman. I'll add a little high life to bring out the ambieance of bipolar spring snowman. It's great having a bipolar neighbor. I'm just like a mocking bird. If I hear some funny noise I'll just mimick it right back. Maybe he thinks I got motherfucking bipolar also. No group session here just plenty of alcohol to what ails ya.

MOTHER.

MOTHERFUCKER, God Knows



I got your answer to that motherfucking biochem question. Cause God motherfucking says so. So that's how that works. Next test that's what I'm writing for every motherfucking answer.

MOTHER.

Just one word "MOTHERFUCKER"

So LBC is having their "take the rest of my motherfucking shit you motherfucker" sale this weekend. I'm the last to know but the first to show with "beer". Besides Olympia cycle, 40th & Hamilton, this was definately one of the coolest shops around. A place to hang my hat and just chat. Didn't even have to be about cycling cause there was alot more in common than just cycling. Like guns, knives, fire,cars, beer. Then I was at Monkey Wrench and I had a moment. It almost was like LBC. I even tryed a little harassment as some women walked by waving and someone in the store. Hey, come in and pet my bianchi. For some reason that sweet carbon bianchi in the window reminded me off a pet store. The bathroom, the first place I judge a bike shop by, was just right. Posters and stuff all around. A motherfucking good place to kill some time. Then the old rides up high. Classic stuff. Stuff just to make you go "MMMMM". There needs to be a bench out front just to watch the lunch hour crowd. Power walkers.

MOTHER.

MOTHER.

MOTHERFUCKING RODRIGO

Don't put a wild motherfucker by the thermostat at spin class. It will get hot. Every motherfucker complains about how cold it is then they don't sweat. Turn up the heat.Turn it down. So the other day I had the bike by the thermostat. Good idea. Wait till class gets rolling then casually reach back and pump it up. Spin instructor asks to turn it down. I do. Then I casually reach back and keep turning it up. Still nobodys sweating. Women don't motherfucking sweat. 85 and still no sweat. Finally some smartass girl gets off her bike and turns it all the way down. By the end of class, with the fans blowing, there was a wind chill. She was kind of the motherfucking grumpy type. I just snickered alot. That's motherfucking entertainment.


MOTHER.