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luelling
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So....being the bright one that I am, last weekend we drink all the beer in the house. I tell my old lady that I'll ride her road bike down to the store (about four blocks, the bike has flat pedals, this will play in later). So I go to the store to buy a couple of 40s and find that its a bit less than getting than getting an 18 pack of PBR so I buy that. So I'm all drunk and riding back.
Its hard to balance, being drunk and riding with an eighteen pack hanging off your arm. So I shift up to pedal harder and after a few strokes I slip my right pedal(with the eighteen being held onto by my left hand) and it is enough force to knock me off the bike and I crash onto the 18 pack....on the pavement. I cut my hands up, killed 9 beers and to boot two retarded guys that lived in a house near where i crashed started laughing at me. I walked the remainder block and a half to my house, with my nine beers bleeding everywhere and missed the cyclocross race the next day.
Its hard to balance, being drunk and riding with an eighteen pack hanging off your arm. So I shift up to pedal harder and after a few strokes I slip my right pedal(with the eighteen being held onto by my left hand) and it is enough force to knock me off the bike and I crash onto the 18 pack....on the pavement. I cut my hands up, killed 9 beers and to boot two retarded guys that lived in a house near where i crashed started laughing at me. I walked the remainder block and a half to my house, with my nine beers bleeding everywhere and missed the cyclocross race the next day.