Bloggers:
Moveitfred had a cyclocross dream last night. Heywood was at the start. Al was at the start. Several of Moveitfred's old high school buddies were also lined up at the start, each about 120 El Beez overweight.
Starting gun goes off and Moveitfred immediately goes off the back. Soon he's one lap down and fading. Even the fat fucks who thought it "might be fun to try" are bucking through turns and over barriers, passing Moveitfred like he's waist deep in runny ca-ca.
During lap 2 Moveitfred ducks under the course tape and exits.
DNF.
What does this mean?
Respectfully,
A Concerned Moveitfred
(ps: uncharacteristically there were no naked women in this dream)
Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today's pain
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
3 comments:
Fred, don't be concerned. This dream sounds like a simple case of overtraining. Relax and rest up a bit.
When you start having muddy dreams about Heywood and Al that don't involve cyclocross bikes, that the time to start getting concerned, and maybe give up the cigars.
Don't thank me, I'm here to help.
Freddy:
sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. You suck. That's what it means.
Freddy meets up with his buddies for a bike ride. One of them is well-endowed...looks like he stuffed an English cucumber down his bike shorts. Freddy says to the man hung like a horse, "Hey! Would ya blow me?"
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