July 18, 2006
If anybody was worried about Snackey P, the new general manager of Surly, not being a good fit with the rest of us, he just announced that he could really go for a donut. Sov and I also expressed the desire to put donuts in our mouths. Without hesitation, Snackey was off to the bakery for a box of deep fried sugar love bombs. You see, with all these guys suffering at Le Tour and watching their slim figures, some of us cyclists have to make immeasurable sacrifices to assure the Lard, Flour, Colored Sprinkles and Refined Sugar Coalition of Earth is still maintaining itself. Snackey + donuts = happy Surly.
