Sunday, March 05, 2006

yes, but i don't get sent to walter reed for my skinned knees

An alert reader points us to this story that reveals I am not alone in my inability to ride my bike one-handed. While not nearly as scary as the Cheney Buckshot Hoedown, it's yet more proof that we just shouldn't let these guys out. What's next, puking at fancy state dinners? Oh, wait, we've seen that already.

thanks to Tamburas