Oh, you slalomer...you tricky slalomer...secrets in the dark...riddles in the dark...just make sure when you look to the north east you see cones lined up for miles, there could be a storm. AKA noreaster. hmmmmm...for miles...i want to slalom.
Like h#ll you haven't! I saw you last week in your sweater, on a $1000 Turner setup with 6-CD changer and heated deck, pushing along and carrying about 100 cones. Yeah, the little plastic ones. You slalom in the morning. You slalom alone. You break appointments to go buzz cones. You embarrass yourself at every family gathering by your compulsion to weave around every object and person present. You live it, dream it, eat it.
Admit it, Neo, you have a problem. And we can help.
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