Second day in a row; the moment I'm about to leave the house with LL and V to drop 'em of at school, it starts raining. And for the second day in a row I chicken out, I have no place at work to dry my wet cycling gear so I decide to take the train :-(. And to put insult ot injury; it stops raining by the time I arrive at the station, again, great... NOT.
I’m made of a precious metal, afraidium. It’s yellow, and tastes like chicken.
Fender, Robots.
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