No Bikes. No Ideas. No Shit.

Confessions of an avid blogger: (1) I always take a photograph before I think of what to write (2) I don't always have something to write about (3) My ideas run dry once every 187 days (4) I can ride a bicycle (5) I cannot ride a motorcycle (6) I pass motion every morning (7) I use copious amounts of toilet paper (8) My shit is smelly (9) I feel like joining the WGA picket lines.