A question...

Is it possible for a girl to get pregnant off a dirty toilet seat?

I need answers people.

Dano out.

p.s.- i want one of these, but with me on it. somebody give me one.

it has been brought to my attention

that i should tell you a story. its a story of pain, preservence, triumph over the hated powertap, and hope for the future. its the story of the crash. its a story of good friends and good times.

the time was last sunday morning, the place was dupont. we met at coaches house (i love calling thad coach because he does almost nothing for me in the way of coaching, he's just a good dude to me. i don't mind, getting coached isn't much fun- ive been there. i prefer that he uses his time with people who care about that stuff.) anyways, we met a coaches house at the early hour of 10 am. i didnt like this because i didnt get to sleep much the night before. i wasnt hungover though, which was good. i have a roommate with a thirst, we'll leave it at that. so we eat waffles and bacon and everything else that is good and then we put on our tights and go prance around in the woods together. i was wearing white because im a virgin, and wes d was wearing black because he is not. at least i would assume not because of his kid, but you never know.... anyhow, we're prancing, spanking each other and such all over the mtns having a grand ol time riding our pedal scooters on a cool mtn day. towards the end of the ride, after wes's "shortcut" that put us right back where we'd just came from, we end up having to ride down the paved road to the next trail. im cool with this because im a roadie and id just put a fresh coat of oil on my shaven legs in an attempt to be cool like the horse tamer. did i mention the white suit. yes i was beautiful, like a mexican jesus or maybe a golden buddha. anywo, we're bombing down this road, shralping the gnar fully aero tucked-like, when chris bennett decides its time for him to feed off me. he heads on over to my airspace and gently places his hand firmly on my buttocks in a sort of nongay manpat. then his handlebar gets caught in my jersey at 35 mph and he goes down like a hooker in a dirty public restroom. boom! i got catapulted over the bars shortly (like a quarter second) afterwards. i hit the ground and exploded all over the road, i swear i was on fire or at least smelled like it. fortunately because i was dressed so splendidly, almost shimmering in my virginal glory, i was unharmed as was my bike. chris however had a few issues, like a fox fork that was now missing its brace and a blowed up elbow. bummer. we called the meatwagon to get chris home and then limped it on back to the house, but not before pointing and laughing at a small child crashing. this is because we are assholes- no way around that.

and the lord spoketh it, and it was pronounced the truth.

amen.

dano out.

p.s.- this pic has nothing to do with this story, hell its not even north carolina. but it is me. ah skeet!!

4 days. Thats what i want to get through then I get to go ride my bike and drink good beer and live like a rockstar for a week and a half. Spring break is looming, but we've all got midterms to get through before we're set free to forget everything we've learned over the past six weeks. The crew for this trip sounds like a good one. Bitchin Mitch and his lady Kelli, Fisher, Pretty High Five, and myself. A good size, early trip forcasts were sounding like a crew in the double digits and i was bummed about it. That sounds fun at first, but i've been on those size excursions and the fun wears off quickly. Five is a good size number. High Five and I will be piloting the penisfinder north thurs night, and the rest of the crew will roll out early sunday morning.

this past weekend started off pretty fun with a bonfire on friday night. we were in a shady part of town so i volunteered to be the lookout for tranny hookers.

see?

saturday the kickstand put on an alleycat race through Gville. I had to work so i thought i would miss it, but i rolled over at 5 when i got off and caught it just as it was starting so i jumped in wearing jeans and skateshoes on my road bike. the first half of the race i just worked my way up the pack, following people for a bit then sprinting up to the next group. i saw my friend scumbag from up in duval after the second checkpoint so i towed him along for a while until we hi the 8th ave hill, where he cryed like a small child and was dropped. at that point im somewhere at the front of the race but hve no idea where the next checkpoint is as i don't have a map whan all of a sudden Action Dan comes screaming past me on his fixie. I jumped on and we hammered it out together for the second half of the race. at some points we were well over 30 mph, and Action is brakeless skip stopping and skidding through the city. it was intense and i was well impressed. I ended up in second place by taking a "shortcut" on the way back and finding it blocked by construction. dang. I can honestly say that was the most interesting race i've done in quite a while, and i will enter as many of those as i can in the future.

Sunday i rolled down to santos to ride with Little Buddy, regan woodall. We ended up with 3 or so hours at a decent clip, even with both of us feeling a little worn out from the weeks earlier rides. i even got to meet a bit of Pretty's sport class competition this year and he better step up his game a bit is all i can say. dudes had some skills.

thats all for now,

dano out