So I decided to take a nice bike ride across the east side of the peninsula tonight and very much to my delight I witnessed something truly spectacular. This time of year is a time when friends and family are out in their yards having barbeques and whatnot. I turned down Stuart and there he was, all three feet of him. This little chocolate drop was carrying a watermelon that was just as big as he was. I am unable to say that I have such ability. If I were to tell people that I carried a melon about the size of my body they would be amazed. They could call me melon man. I had to stop and witness what was about to take place. Unlike me, the little boy's mother was not one bit happy with him. With a Newport in hand she screamed at him from her porch BOY YOU BETTER BRING ME MA GODDAMN WATERMELON OR YOU FINNA GIT IT! Naturally, at this moment that little boy dropped the melon. He then did something else that made me laugh as I peddled. Instead of picking up the pieces, he looked at the shit storm that awaited him on that porch and that little son of a bitch ran like he was Jesse Owens.
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