/ kalebeul / 2005 / 06 / 06 / here comes the bike /
I finally married my bicycle on Saturday in a ceremony celebrated by a minister of the little-known but damn handy Carpathian Independent Church, and we have both been seriously well-oiled ever since. The downside is that my Ugandan friends have disowned me, quoting this Acholi poem:
(A well-clad gentleman who claims to represents my interests apparently contracted me Friday night to play piano and sing German repertoire from the 30s for a damn horny lesbian theatre group, but that is not the kind of thing one necessarily tells one’s bicycle.)
Trevor @ 6 June 2005 3:33 PM
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4:51 PM on 6 June 2005
Personally I think she’s taking you for a ride.
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