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Dear Mushroomhead,
You looked pretty good Saturday night, and for that injustice I wanted to strike you down with a mighty fist. Unfortunately, I do not have any mighty fists to throw. How was work?
I danced with three bicycles tonight -- or, rather, they danced with me -- and again regretted my lack of mighty fist. I was heading north on a green, and they were heading east on a red. One crossed in front of me, one tried to cross in front and then braked and swerved to cross behind, and the last crossed behind as well. A fun near-collision.
Your cynical friend,
Qwerty T.
You looked pretty good Saturday night, and for that injustice I wanted to strike you down with a mighty fist. Unfortunately, I do not have any mighty fists to throw. How was work?
I danced with three bicycles tonight -- or, rather, they danced with me -- and again regretted my lack of mighty fist. I was heading north on a green, and they were heading east on a red. One crossed in front of me, one tried to cross in front and then braked and swerved to cross behind, and the last crossed behind as well. A fun near-collision.
Your cynical friend,
Qwerty T.
