...because I need to push the previous post lower. I can't accept entering spaceparade and see a face staring right back at me.
From the title you might have thought that I'm being tagged to do some meme. Nope. Reasons for blogging? Been there done that. Not doing it again.
Instead, I'll talk about guys of my generation. One word. Sissy. I know some guys who can't ride a bike for 5 kilometers and would rather have the girls fetch them with cars. Oh come on! My dad is more than half a century old and he can ride a motorbike anywhere! You guys are a mere two decades old. What, you're afraid your balls might get squashed? Or flatten? Flatten is funny! Hahahah! I'm laughing at my own joke. But it's OK coz it's not lame. We don't serve lame stuff here. Oops, wrong personal pronoun. I'm somehow inclined to saying 'we' in cases like this. Maybe it's just me and my split personalities talking.
Ok WE think this is long enough. WE don't have to have a face staring at US when WE open the page now.
That is totally weird. We're just going to stick with 'I' now. Ok bye bye.