I bought a yard sale bike for my chunky ass. It's garish and cheap, just like existence! No, for really-really-reals, I need some way to get around till me and the missus get our returns in and buy a beater. My library is pretty close, so I'll continue riding it down there for sporadic, ineffective exercise. Nothing screams 'American Economy' like a grown-ass man riding his yard sale bike to rent free DVDs from the library.
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(PPS by 'starving artist' I mean fat guy with no money or talent)