The One Eyed Purple People Eater reflects on the Rolling Ramble

All photos by Kevin Dingman

I love people. They are delicious.

Wednesday night started out pretty much an average night. I was dragging down Park Avenue. It was about 7:00 PM and good golly there was a whole covey of cyclists. There must of been 20 or more. I mosied up a little closer to see just exactly what they were up to. Blind Pilot? Now that sounds dangerous. That is exactly one of the reasons I run. There are simply too many machines in the world today. Noah Earle, very interesting mis-spelling. E-A-R-L-E. Everyone knows you spell it I-R-L.

That Skeleton, the Master of Mayhem, lived up to his reputation tonight. Across town some of the normal cyclists had corralled all of the cyle haters at an information forum. Meanwhile, all the freaks were taking complete controll of the downtown streets. EYE LOVED IT!!

If humans were really concerned about harassment, I was the victim of harassment. So many young men are turned on to that pink dress I scored off of one of my recent diners. I know. I was intrigued by it, too. I can't blame them for all of the wolf whistles and flattering comments. Quite frankly, I was a little turned on by me myself.

I'm going to have to try one of the little tubbie creatures sometime. They really look like they would be an excelent meal. Perhaps with a white wine. It's just a little too late for the Master of Mayham . I think maybe he used to be just skin and bones. Now, just bones.