Ack! screamed El Guapo. "No bike racks! Well, I'll..."Originally posted by JNA@Sep 5 2003, 12:58 AM
including acres of asphalt parking lot without a single landscaped island and no bicycle racks either.
Ack! screamed El Guapo. "No bike racks! Well, I'll..."Originally posted by JNA@Sep 5 2003, 12:58 AM
including acres of asphalt parking lot without a single landscaped island and no bicycle racks either.
be forced to shop while riding my bike inside that huge mamoth of a store, while testing my psychological stamina with the soccer moms that bring their bratty kids that cry and squeal all day long...
I clearly remember the Nebraska Furniture Mart.... but see I was now at Ikea in Elizabeth New Jersey.
Oh no! Zoning Goddess, Soccer Mom in disguise, would not be caught dead in New Jersey! Granted, she's a mom, and soccer coach, but not a (dreaded, hiss) Yankee! It must be another Cyburbian soccer mom...Originally posted by tsc@Sep 5 2003, 01:11 AM
I clearly remember the Nebraska Furniture Mart.... but see I was now at Ikea in Elizabeth New Jersey.
who was seen gliding along, on a segway, following the boy with the musical voice and silken wings. Like a moth drawn to a flame she followed him.
But he was riding the Segway too fast on the sidewalk while she was running to catch up, constantly tripping over the fallen bodies of old people cast aside like the limp bodies of dead cats in a scene not unlike the log rollers she remembered from her childhood trip to the north woods where she saw the raccoon and ran screaming "Caddy!" when the ball hit her and the thought came to her head as she passed out "I wonder if this ball has 336 dimples."
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As she tried to count the dimples they began to spin and converge as she slipped away into her subconscious.
He was banned from Cyburbia forever!!!
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First of all, does this win as longest Cyburbian single sentence ever??Originally posted by Cardinal@Sep 5 2003, 02:51 AM
But he was riding the Segway too fast on the sidewalk while she was running to catch up, constantly tripping over the fallen bodies of old people cast aside like the limp bodies of dead cats in a scene not unlike the log rollers she remembered from her childhood trip to the north woods where she saw the raccoon and ran screaming "Caddy!" when the ball hit her and the thought came to her head as she passed out "I wonder if this ball has 336 dimples."
Back OT: "Dimples! Who cares about dimples?" Thus came Trail Nazi upon the scene of carnage, muttering over and over again..."
They don't want trails? I'll give them trail hell!
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