Goodbye Toronto's Bike Culture

You fucking idiot.

If we have done anything it is to divorce skin colour from charge of thought.

You are the father of the cuntish thought.

Grow up quickly.

bows head in shame

I and little baby Cuntish Thought will collectively get our coats.

I may return one day. But if not, think only this of me... He may have been a bit cuntish, but he stood his round at the bar.

Goodbye dear friends, (and a few of the cheaper ones too) it was... sniff It was nice knowing you.