inner monologue while riding a bike
- self: man, it's windy. should grab a windbreaker. something to break the wind. ha ha. is the term windbreaker still used? man, i am dating the hell out of myself. why is...? what the hell?
- (self realizes that although he is wearing button fly pants, you can in fact have an open fly if you incorrectly button said button fly pants. moreover, biking tends to jostle some things around; for instance, your wang; which just might find its way through the fly of your boxers, and protrude - ever so slightly - out the recently discovered open fly of your button fly pants.)
- (adjusts self)
- self: *whistles*