A few weeks ago, I was driving (surprise!) on a one way street. There was a marked bike lane on the right hand side. A cyclist was on the left hand side merrily riding along. I lowered my window and as I passed him. I yelled: Hey A$$hole, use the Bike Lane, my tax dollars paid for it.
The part of the brain that deals w/ primal urges is a vestige of reptilian development. I guess anything to do w/ the snake is compelling beyond civilian restraints.
Arkady…that brings back the mneumonic device I had in college for the cranial nerves…
Old
Ornery
Oscar
Tried
To
Abduct
Fat
Agnes’s
Glossy
Vagina
Single
Handedly
A few weeks ago, I was driving (surprise!) on a one way street. There was a marked bike lane on the right hand side. A cyclist was on the left hand side merrily riding along. I lowered my window and as I passed him. I yelled: Hey A$$hole, use the Bike Lane, my tax dollars paid for it.
Thanks Arkady, I knew you would remember. All of a sudden I became lucid from a sixties drug haze hangover and it reappeared.
Sometimes posting on the OT is like tripping.
The part of the brain that deals w/ primal urges is a vestige of reptilian development. I guess anything to do w/ the snake is compelling beyond civilian restraints.
It was #1 May 2-16, 1970.
SF, there’s a single place on the bridge where cyclists used to have to dismount. Since they didn’t, they put up a yield sign
Spirit In The Sky by Norman Greenbaum….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bplEcbzjME
Once they have that thing between their legs, rules and laws no longer apply.
Posted by: Petebklyn at March 19, 2010 10:09 AM
Nor does guilt or common sense. I’ve had it between my legs and know all about it.
Do you mean Spirit in the Sky, Dibs?