so the sun has started to give off that end-of-the-depths-of-hell-winter glow. it's deceptive but it's worth it considering the hope that it's giving me. i burst outside this morning in my brand new burberry short coat (that i totally scored for $30, seriously, $30 for burberry...let's just say i know how to dig and swindle). but the second i hit the outside air, i shriveled up to the harsh reality that it's still fucking winter. but the seed has been planted and i can't wait for drunken bike rides (which colin just brought up in a conversation about spring scammin, look out bitches, he's on the prowl!) so, in the spirit of intoxicated wheelin, this is going to be my new best friend:
nooooo not the douche, the bag that's hidden under his shirt:
http://www.baronbob.com/beerbelly.htm
Doods! $34.95 is such a small price to pay for the ability to ride with both hands furiously gripping the bars, and think of this, for all those fucking bars that don't have patios, you can still get your drank on while sucking down a cancer stick-
it's so on!
