Harry On MC

Harry is sick since morning.

His back wheel suddenly just went punctured. I thought,"Damn~! Must be the bloody Uncle Toby's bar which I ate yesterday night."

I asked the doctor at UQ how much he charge for changing the rubber on Harry's back tire. He said he would charge me AUD20.

AUD20?! Did I hear wrong? Just the rubber itself cost AUD6 and you are charging me 14 bucks extra just for your service? I ask him go fly kite.

So faithfully I went to city to buy the rubber for Harry.

Headed to the Dwarfs' Hut where I left my bicyle cause Mr Chinese Who Cant Speak Chinese was forced by me volunteered to help me change the rubber.

After 10 min of work or so, Harry was fine; or so I thought.

So at around 530pm, I locked up Harry at the Dwarfs' Garage before I head to their place for a wonderful dinner. Authentic Mother's Cooking.

The reason I said Authentic Mother's Cooking was cause Mr Malay Who Grew Pubic Hair On His Head's parents were here in Brisbane on a holiday and tomorrow they will be flying back. So I was invited over for dinner.

Food cooked by mothers are really just different from cooking by young punks like us. No matter how nice our cooking are, we just lack that bit of something.

After dinner-activities were just chit chatting and so on. At round 11pm when I was about to leave, I went to the garage to pick up Harry.

To my fucking much dismay, its back tire was punctured again. I was fucking sianz. So it wasnt the Uncle Toby from yesterday night after all.

So now I suspect there must be something sharp that may be stuck in my wheel. So tomorrow I going to head down to buy another rubber. I would hope to solve it myself instead of sending it to the doctor which charge things so expensive.

Pray tomorrow Harry will recover.