Baby's first road rash.
Ow. I fell. I went for a bike ride after learning that George Carlin died, and ended up spouting a good Carlin-esque cursefest in the middle of Parkfield.
RIP, sir. Hope they serve the customers up there.
(I'm fine. One naked elbow, and I was mocked by a few alley cats.)
RIP, sir. Hope they serve the customers up there.
(I'm fine. One naked elbow, and I was mocked by a few alley cats.)