Don't Want No Short Piped Man

Burned my lip cranking out these new extensions to my previous set the whole day yesterday. I'm still toying around with the end caps for these babies but for now they sound handsome and bragging. When you see a lone headlight coming down the street sounding somewhat a cross between a large djembe and torn trumpets, that would be Brutus.

The other day, the guard at work told me some old guy was furious at Brutus. It seems he came too near my suicide handle for comfort and tore his expensive pants open with a 5 inch gap. After shouting defamatory remarks at my silent and defenseless bike he threatens to complain to the admin. Er.. bikes don't move on their own when parked you moron.

I'm happy to discover my bike literally bites f@ggot$.