Awful people

So, I walked home from work. It takes me about 1:45 minutes to do so. I was whistling all the while, skipping a bit and generally feeling fine. So, I get back to my house in beautiful Ladd’s addition and notice my bicycle was not where I remembered leaving it. So I checked the garage and formed an idea that I got drunk and left it somewhere. It was then that one of my roommates came in to where I was standing and told me the other roommate got his bike stolen from the backyard today. So, I said “yeah, mine too.” Fucking bummer. Bunch of savages in this town.
Here’s an artist’s rendition of what it looked like after I found out my bike was gone:
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