Crankin' and mobbin' across Los Angeles
Some excerpts:
Its Saturday evening, I'm sitting in a Ford Escape packed with three Bicycles and two other people....
These bike rides are not your normal cruises in the park, they are themed and usually have a story behind them. tonight's ride is commemorating the ride of Paul Revear. their are two teams participating, the red team, starting in Beverly Hills and blue team, starting in Venice Beach.
You would think a basic English class would be required to be an editor of a college newspaper.
The lack of apostrophes is forgivable but for god's sake, Paul Revear? Seriously? Is there some sort of mongoloid scholarship available at this school?
You mean to tell me I paid my own way through college when I should have just drooled all over myself and flung my semen on an advisor? Maybe they would have made me student body president. My first act as president would have been to make bicycles a proper noun.
Here's some more (or moar, if you're reading from Fullerton)
The clock strikes 9:30 p.m. and the crowed is huge...
Is it the clock that's crowing? I'm confused. Does Paul Revear ride threw towne on his Bicycle at 9:30?
Riders took over the parking structure with some staying outside in fear of loitering tickets.
Yes, watch your back or loitering tickets will sneak up on you.
We continued our ride onto Westwood Park. This leg of the ride was the hardest part of the night, with people splitting apart due to exhaustion...
HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST! That must have been a really hard ride considering people were fucking splitting apart!
This article is such a train wreck I can't even force myself to continue reading. I want to stab my eyes with flaming hot dicks until I'm tentacle raped by mysterious loitering tickets outside of a Best Buy.
Perhaps Joseph Suddreth (if he spelled that correctly) should spend his weekends reading English for Dummies rather than driving his car to a bike ride.
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