Set the way back machine for long, long ago. Sunday, I believe. I hopped aboard my trusty 53in. inseam bicycle, too tall for mortal man, and began the ride to Empire Park. Somewhere in this park, Ness and Tater were frolicking, and I, being a fat bastard of laziness, mere moments before flying to Oz for lahve and lahve, needed the exercise.
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