Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips.
Unbeknown to Edward,
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Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips, with crispy hamster
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips, with crispy hamster
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gaz wrote:Not part of the story, just a short request. One or two of us have added to the story at the same time. i.e. we've picked up the thread but by the time we've added our words someone else has beaten us to it. I know this happens, I was the first (bottom of page 2). It's easy enough to go back in and edit your erroneous posts to a ".", any chance of a tidy up please. I'll edit this out within 48 hours. Thanks.
Classic multi-user database problem.
Could I have my Crispy Hamster back in the burger please ?
N
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man the end of
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man the end of
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man the end of life as we
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man the end of life as we
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of
Editor's note
Who is the editor?
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of
Editor's note
Who is the editor?
Mick F. Cornwall
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of
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Paul
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Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is,
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is,
Best Wishes
Paul
Paul
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is, suggested, "Try rubbing
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is, suggested, "Try rubbing
Mick F. Cornwall
Once upon a time, a cyclist found that his pet gerbil Edward had nibbled his large flange hubs.
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is, suggested, "Try rubbing the magic lamp
"Oh! Dear me," he muttered "no idea at all how that happened."
Meanwhile, Mrs Shimano was polishing her very large rear. Mr Shimano was looking on nervously checking his election returns. They covered the shiny Campagnolo in autoglym and went out for some washers to pack out Mrs Shimano's rear sprocket, but she wasn't satisfied with its alignment or the slackness of her late husband's chain.
Later that night a ghostly galaxy wobbled past ridden by Charlie a galaxial ghost. "Clear off!" she shouted at Edward "stop scratching my lengthy alloy extension & my name's not important. I want a baby!"
Edward blanched, and wondered what her name was, after all he only ever spoke to her in gerbil squeak and fluent hamster. Hamsterite protected his underside, so he wasn't worried about his cheeks filling with embarrasment and White Lightening, but the max pressure had been exceeded.The fallout wasn't pretty, and Charlie the much abused Ghost stripped off the remains of his ghostly galaxial garb and displayed his superior veterinary skills and his invisable set of instraments of mass percussion and cymbalism.He clipped his toes on the mudguard and cursed at the god Fausto,Coppi for that three word game which is currently being played here!
His sex change operation didn't go too well. It resulted in enormous misrepresentations on his twin horns. Clearly, his early expectations turned out boobies (lesser spotted variety) that bounced asymmetrically shaped balls up. His rear dropout had dropped out beyond sensible limits making things even, and odd, depending on how one counted one's chickens.
"Oh! B*gger!" he cried "thats another hub gone!" Edward, meanwhile, telephoned his mother and told a tall tale with dubious content appertaining to the memory loss he conveniently suffered from.
The Sram sisters had disconnected linkages and oily hands, they changed regularly into top gear, black,slinky and very well lubricated.
"Time for groupsets" said Uncle Alf, who's bottom bracket said "Take your partner's sister out to a dance and tea and tiffin".
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Elvis left the building carrying his huge burger and fries which likened to gerbil and chips with crispy hamster.
Unbeknown to Edward, Bicycle Repair Man, the end of life as we were aware of used his alterego AKA The Editor of the West and champion of strange indecipherable grammar-massala, whatever that is, suggested, "Try rubbing the magic lamp