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• #527
What pleasant people we have.. that cunt needs to pay more attention to the Magners ads. The fucktard.
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• #529
being borrrrrrred at work. (i want a new job!)
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• #530
my gf has taken to cycling with D-lock in hand when coming back home alone at night - I might start doing the same ;)
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• #531
I hate it when my otherwise perfect bike starts creaking inexplicably; I've gone through the whole damn list and I still can't work out what the fuck it is that's doing it.
Now I sound like one of those people with a brown chain and gears that jump. How humiliating.Dirt on your cranks
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• #532
...knowing i have to ride the clown bike. All day today!
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• #533
...knowing i have to ride the clown bike. All day today!
Why? What's wrong with the polo banana bike?
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• #534
haha!!
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• #535
Why? What's wrong with the polo banana bike?
I know its shit.... thanks!
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• #536
I know its shit.... thanks!
You know I <3 that pink bike really. ;]
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• #537
what the
chinkpink panther?? -
• #538
I hate clients... I want to kill them all... Especially the genius I'm working for today...
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• #539
i like my clients today. everything going wrong as well as slowly but hey, everyone seems alright about it. must be the weather.
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• #540
I hate walking into work and catching a bollocking.
My motivation levels are through the roof right now, honestly!
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• #541
Croydon
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• #542
... the banana bike its a piece of shit! HATE HATE HATE!
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• #543
Working for 18+ hours over a weekend and not getting a damn thing for it.
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• #544
I hate working on the weekend.
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• #545
...whingers
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• #546
i have never worked a weekend in my life :)
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• #547
I hate shinscar.
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• #548
I hate shinscar.
...liars
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• #549
I hate Rapha.
fixed
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• #550
I hate shinscar.
actually that is a double negative... so i win
The twat outside a pub who intentionally stepped into the road in front of me last night, making me stop, and then having a go at me for nearly hitting him. He started poking my bike/bag saying 'what's this?' etc. I muttered a polite 'watch where your going next time, ok?' and spun away, and he started chasing and swearing at me. I got about 10m away and glanced over my shoulder and gave him my (again non-aggressive) 'what's your problem?/ why are you still swearing at me' face, at which point he launched his bottle of Magners at me. I lost the bottle in-flight and just started spinning to get the hell out of there, thinking 'shit that's been in the air for a while' just as it exploded on the road a crank's-width to my left. Whatacnut