I hopped on the Bixi bike just after midnight

I hopped on the Bixi bike just after midnight with a belly full of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. At least there was a

street lamp every 100 feet or else I never would have made it home. Wine + bike + nighttime =

Unforseen lake. While humming a ditty, my bike toppled into the sludge - a muddy mix of city matter. Utterly soaked, an

absolute mess. I should have known better to watch where I was going rather than gawking at

that suddenly made my heart soften. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it was just beyond my grasp.

i wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch his throbbing manhood

BUT THOUGHT BETTER OF IT BECAUSE I WANTED MY HOMOSEXUALITY TO REMAIN A SECRET

So instead I flexed my muscles and grunted through it, hoping she wouldn't notice, thank God I

still have some athletic ability after my accident. Who could have lived thru such an odd ordeal? Obviously...ME!!!