I was walking through the park and I saw a couple of teenagers that looked like trouble-- black ski hats pulled low-- despite the warm weather-- saggy jeans revealing their boxers, surly expressions on their faces-- but they were zooming along on kick scooters and they weren't scrawny thirteen year olds, they were older teenagers . . . pushing twenty, and-- though I didn't have the heart to tell them-- once you hit a certain age, it's really tough to look like a bad-ass on a scooter.
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It's kind of like when you took up rollerblading and had all of your tattoos exposed.
i'm going to start roller-blading again, but with my dog. i've got a death wish.
I want a video of you roller-blading with your dog. Comedy gold.
done and done. i will do it this weekend, for the sake of the blog.
You could title it "Death Sentence of Dave" (canned laughter)
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