"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, little twerp? No, you had to push it. Well, now you're gonna pay!"

when that goes up it's gonna smell so bad

Yum.

DO YOU EVEN BRAKE, BRO?

And out in the desert in the town of Floo Vale
The big-little-wheelers have just hit the trail
They'll ride their fintoozlers with socks purest white
Until one of them says "let's turn in for the night"
Then they'll teeter and totter 'til one of them falls
And lies softly wailing, clutching his balls.

^STARRRRRRRRR!

Dude, did you just come up with that poem? That is some next-level commenting. Bravo.

A dude on my cycling team just picked up a pennyfarthing. He's hoping to get it fixed up in time to ride it in this: http://www.calvinschallenge.com/

Nothing like growing up punk in the suburbs. SIIIIGH.