Twenty Inch
Guru
- Location
- Behind a desk
You were on a road bike, wearing black and white shorts, a reddish top and an faired aerodynamic helmet.
You jumped a red light outside the Shanghai Blues restaurant and hit a pedestrian, knocking her over. You knew you had hit someone because you looked back, but you didn’t stop.
You’re a selfish, immature, irresponsible, slack-brained idiot. You’re not fit to call yourself an adult. You should be deeply ashamed of your infantile, self-seeking behaviour. I hope your chain jumps up your fundament and drags your testicles into your rear derailleur.
You jumped a red light outside the Shanghai Blues restaurant and hit a pedestrian, knocking her over. You knew you had hit someone because you looked back, but you didn’t stop.
You’re a selfish, immature, irresponsible, slack-brained idiot. You’re not fit to call yourself an adult. You should be deeply ashamed of your infantile, self-seeking behaviour. I hope your chain jumps up your fundament and drags your testicles into your rear derailleur.