I am one of President George W. Bush's gardeners. Mr. George likes to talk to me.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Harsh Words

Before today's race, a 164-kilometer race in the mountains, from St. Fleur to Figeac, I was chatting amiably with a couple of Spaniards. Suddenly I heard a crash behind me. Someone knocked my bicycle off its kickstand. I have grown fond of my little bicycle. When I find out who knocked over my bicycle, there will be trouble.


Anonymous mortgage interest rate said...

like tumbler and tipsy days hopefully we will remain in high spirits. well, good day

December 25, 2005 at 3:17 PM


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