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Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
They had some San Francisco Grand Prix bike race running past our apartment this weekend.
On a sunday. In the fucking morning. And it was noisy.
Bells. Rattles. Whistles. Too much fucking cowbell.
I was tempted to throw scalding water at the riders/fans after the 10th lap.
F Lance.
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Get up, go outside, drink bloody marys and mock them. It's what I do if I'm not actually in the race.
Actually, I only mock the slow and fat ones.
