Yann asked me if I knew how to use clippers.
“Yeah, I used to have my own back when I had a mohawk. Waaaaay back, yet waaaaaaay past the 80s”
If he needed the reminder, so do you:
Continue reading “Karenizing Yann and Simming my way into the past.” →
At least twice a week, some seemingly satirical character pops into the bike shop, says something hilarious, and leaves me thinking, “Oh no, this is too good to not write about on the internet. Yet, I cannot do it.”
It’s torturous being this much of a square.
Even though I generally respect people less than I did ten years ago, I show them more respect. To be fair, this is probably because so many more people been involved in my life since then.
Instead, the scandal of the week is going to have to be about my new thing, which is…
Continue reading “Fair haired and unfairly charged.” →