Has this ever happened to you: Fuckety fuck fuck?

[Fire Walk With Me]

You're leaving work. You put your key in the Kryptonite lock that's securing your bicycle to a post. A woman walks up to you and says that she's been admiring your bike for the last hour or so, and really wanted to meet the studmuffin who could ride such a thing.

And since it's quitting time you know you won't be able to avoid getting into a conversation with her.

She shows you her bum, and asks you to leave the bike in the parking lot. You go back to her place.

I repeat: fuckety fuck fuck.

And you were hoping to just ride home and sit on the couch. Eat nachos and watch MacGyver.

Grrrrrrrrrr



Apologies to taterguy and his predicament. I hope that it works out fine.
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[taterguy]

1. The best thing that ever happened to me on my way home from work on a bike

I pulled up next to a convertible. The folks inside said: "Would you like a beer?" I said sure and they gave me one. That's all there is to the story. Needless to say, that was back when I lived in a college town.

I'm not worried about my predicament. The Internet is filled with helpful advice on how to break Kryptonite locks.