I'd be pretty pissed off too if you fucked up my umbrella.

Fridays - Olympics Edition

You just won't look at some tits on the internet, will you sporty? That's why the Black Assassin and I are stuck watching 60 hours of GD beach volleyball.

I mowed the lawn but I'm not legendary.

Summer coming to a close for the pathletes. They're too smart to ride a bike in the winter.

2520 miles so far for a chunky MF on his bike. Stick that in your ass, pathletes.

I was in Chicago for a couple of days prior to the 4th. Hadn't been home for four years. Yikes. It was hot. It's hot everywhere. I'm not gonna bitch. I reserve the right to bitch in January and February.

Had a great time visiting family and as you can see even rode a bike. The photo was taken at the corner of Clark and Addison which is also where Wrigley Field is. I rode with my nephews Brian and Paul on the Late Ride along with 9000 other people. It takes a route through the city and along the lake. This photo was taken on the pre-ride on the way to the rally point by Buckingham Fountain.

My family took really good care of me. I told my nephews I'll remember a humid night riding a bike in Chicago when I'm out shoveling snow next winter. Mrs calls this one of my happy kid on his bike photos. For sure. Sure sure.

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Photo submitted by Chicago Bureau Chief Paul W.

If you are on your bike and see someone with a rear type bike rack on their car, take fucking cover because they're dangerous drivers.

Most weekdays I ride a bicycle 20 miles and drive a car 15 or so. When you're in your car resist those borderline opportunities to be a dick. You know what I mean, sporty. There are times when just a little patience makes everything better for all parties involved.

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Going to Kohl's this afternoon to get a second summer shirt for events that a 200 dollar sports jersey aren't appropriate for.

Some prick hacked my email and sent everybody a sob story about the Queen mugging me and leaving me for dead. They also wiped out my inbox and contacts list. Email me at wroblewski58@yahoo.com if we communicate by that method occasionally or just fucking email me to say hello and tell me what a horse's ass I am.

It's cute to say you're never going to retire or you'll work till you're 70 but actually doing it is another matter. As my old buddy Red pointed out, we'll have old fuckers dying every day at work so we better keep a meat wagon handy.

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I counted the baseball jerseys. There are 50 of them.

The economy didn't add enough jobs in May (69,000) which means the stock market is going to take a hard hit today in my opinion. I'll vote for Obama again in November but I don't think he's going to win a second term. The head coach always gets canned because that's the way it is.

Speaking of the current numbers I believe I'm at about 1500 miles ridden on my little bicycle for the year. It's only a bicycle and none of them are worth a fuck unless they get ridden.