Scoodely Waa Waaa

NAHB's the great journey...Hot Lips Hannigan style. Word to the wise. In Michigan a LARGE Tim Horton's coffee is EXTRA LARGE, EXTRA LARGE is GIANT. Enough GIANT coffees WILL impair your ability to operate a motorized vehicle. 954kms 9hrs 15min Victory. After quick check in, bag dump and a ghetto underground Nummers assembly (in this case, multiple Nummers: Nummii)...like a pack of geriatric hoodlums we hit the mean ...

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Ramble On – NAHB’s Bound

Early estimates put the distance from Bolton ON to Indianapolis IN at 9.5hrs. Still less time then it takes to ready a Dicky Dillen 8hr race report... You digress. Updates to follow, hopefully a wiener or four from our contests - LISTED HERE. ...find the mass produced dissent in the sea of ti swoopiness, name the beard contaminent, see us at Rays (Sunday) and beat wee Tom to a swollen ...

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No Time Like Past Dude Man

As much as the Corporation would like to continue the verbal banter with one Rich Dillen, for today, we must move on. The Misfit Psycles Empire of Uncertain Death is pleased to reveal the partially (at time of blogging) complete Epic (soon to be Vintage Classic - print available from Psycle Publishing, soon to be released to the big screen as SLUM BIKE ASSEMBLIARE)... A TALE OF TWO NUMMERS In ...

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Dicky Destructo Gone Awry

Well. As is somewhat a regular exercise in the A to the M on the Court of Dingle, the Empire visited BAD IDEA RACING this morning.   Similar to an appropriate intake of fiber, guzzling liquified prunes or stuffing Ex-Lax...a dose of Dicky has a fecally moving effect. And what to our wondering eyes and short spans do we read? Vulgar nasties, horrific images and burlesque accusations.   Clearly, someone fell ...

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Use Caution When Opening

Subtlety is the new black.   Subliminal branding, discrete packaging. No longer will we tolerate billboarding for our hard earned dollar. When a package arrived the other day in a plain brown wrapper...I wasn't surprised.  I am forever getting drunk and ordering the latest and greatest in webular expressionism. Disappointed was I when I noticed the "CARE OF" Misfit Psycles.  "Chernobyl Cherries with Multiple Mammaries" would be here soon enough... ...

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Breck Epic: Dicky versus Goliath

Surprised were many to hear that the Misfit Psycles Empire would stoop to the level of the blogwars developing over at the Breck Epic. Like a veritable Robin from the hood, the Empire is morally obliged (despite current overdrafts on their commitment account) to weigh in.   Right with might, repeat as necessary. On Friday an open email to Mike of the Breck Epic was published. As is oft the case ...

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Someone in North Carolina Flush Already!

The Empire has been silent for too long. Placidly we have deferred, forcibly  exerting our neutrality, but no longer. For the love of all things cycling we need to cleanse this singlespeed scene.   Depose of the vagrants, bi-standers, drifters and BEGGARS. THE PROBLEM: Without a doubt you, or someone near to you, has been battered about the head with the sobbing plea's of one RICH DILLON aka DICKY aka TEAM ...

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Nummers Away

WITH MY FREEZE RAY I WILL  Stop. On the promise of a visit from Y'Obama (this thursday) the Empire decided to resurrect LIESNSHITE...so that you all might share. Of course the Corporation was asked to translate this inaugural meeting.   That is translate what has become international eloquence into redneckshitekicker'esque...mostly we have prepared stock answers to the question "which way did he go George?" Ever since I befriended this ...

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Good to GoGo

Misfit Psycles NUMMERS, the frame that almost never was, is. To make matters worse (for the better) it has arrived, lock stock and container in Toronto. It would appear that after some swift actions by Michael J and Zombified Carlin previous dawdlings were all but eradicated...there was collateral damage.  Such is big business. Clearance? Pffft. Customs wilted in fear when they saw the flaming skulliness, needless to say, the ...

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Personalized Death Star

EMPIRE: Before Domination Evil, the thought as plot, needs love too. Once you conceive one there is no walking away. You have to nurture and love it, unconditionally, ultimately (and likely) to your bitter end. This necessity is not dictated by authorities or laws or any code of evil-doers, something much more sinister.  This parental drive is the result of a chemical, hard-wired flaw in the human geno system that ...

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My Life as a Functioning Foozler

While the primary stakeholders of the Corporation stopped short of a full retraction, their previously potent position towards the EMPIRE has softened. So, for the time being and until further notice: No more emails about the transfer of your warranty. No more calls about the status of your order. No more questions concerning that audacious rumour involving Sarah Palin, Ellen DeGeneres and two cubes of Watermellon Hubba Bubba in a ...

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One Empire For Sale

THAT IS CORRECT. For IMMEDIATE auction is ONE slightly used, never abused Corporate Empire of Flaming Death. $500,000 outright.  $250,000 for 49.9%. Do NOT email asking what you get for what you give. It's pretty obvious. Serious offers ONLY. Dragons WELCOME.  WORD TO THE WISE:  You really don't want to be the prick that pushes me from raging asshat of unorganized fury to indiscriminate puppy stomping psychopath.     And have a great day.

Profile Pyramid by Freytag

Note to the literary - I have a highly coveted Bachelor of Arts degree, a major in English and a private in Political Science.  I am a product of the Canadian post secondary system, as such any errors that you may be inclined to find are the result of an education system confused by the lure of capitalist tiers and the responsibility of socialist equality.  What you are about to ...

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Down to the Wire

IN TRAVELS: The hour is nearly NI. Departure imminent. Our time in Florida, like our welcome, has reached terminal velocity.  Authorities of the most enigmatic sort temporarily relinquished the psycle spawn in exchange for an agreement that the Corporation would placate and vacate. Mysterious authorities, suppressed media and a foreign prison...this trip is shaping up just nicely. What could the Corporation have uncovered that would trouble the good state ...

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