I Am A Cyclist, And I Am Here To Fuck You Up
kelly catchpole

At last! A true confession from the other side. I knew it! I’m sending this post to my daughter, telling her that all my suspicions are true and I’m on to her as well. Just one omission in the article: admitting that the real purpose of screaming past me with the look of wild glee was meant to get me to spill my big gulp all over my polyester pants.

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