Friday, March 23, 2012

Our Daily Sled #265

1 comment:

Hermit said...

With his thick-frame glasses and club-foot, Kyle was the consummate nerd. He absorbed the scorn and derision heaped upon him by his male classmates admirably, and hid the pain of rejection when his awkward advances were soundly repelled by the indifferent hippie chicks who made up the high school class of ‘67.
Things were forever changed however when, after the Spring recess, he roared into the student parking lot, grabbed a handful of drum brake and preformed a classic stoppie on his sweet, ironhead café racer.
From that day forward Kyle was the kind of guy who men feared and schoolgirls secretly lusted for while lying frustrated and sweating, in their lonely summer bedrooms.