Biker Chicks.

I mean we are.
In a sense.
We are biker chicks in a sense.
Despite the fact that we wear bright colours that would make an 80's workout video jealous and that our bikes--or bicycles rather--lack motors, we are still biker chicks in a sense.
Right?
And, yeah we're totally a gang. I mean, we ride our bikes in intimidating lines down streets (empty streets, but that's besides the point).

It's day one of exams. I feel like they're already over, seeing as I don't have one tomorrow. Or the day after. And does anyone really take comm tech exams or art exams seriously? Hardly.

So anyways, what were the names? Dancer Slut, Cheer Whore, and... Love, you need a name, how about... Hot Air? We'll work on it. We went to Tim Hortons--Missioned to Tim Hortons--On our bicycles. In our intimidating line some parts of the way.

We got there, the place was packed, we got weird looks for not being in French uniforms, we ate, we got hit on by some random guys who looked at us like we were the freaking pictures on the menu, and then we got ice caps. And one Timbit. ;)
And then Hot Air decided to go through the drive through on her "vehicle". The Tim Hortons lady didn't find it very amusing, but the Wendy's lady did. And Hot Air got herself a juicebox which she ingested while we all sat on a plot of grass.

Everything was happy and well for a few minutes on this plot of grass, that is until thedemonspiderfromhell came and raped me. It was not a good experience especially considering the magnitude of my arachnophobia, not to mention that the spider was the size of an Ox.

On the way back to Dancer Slut's house, Cheer Whore was assaulted by the seat of her bicycle and was unable to finish the trek with us. Which is only a polite way of saying that she ditched us for a while. But that's alright, because we made the most of our time by jumping on a particularly bouncy trampoline and wetting ourselves. With hoses, all though some others did wet themselves in other ways...

All in all it was a fun--and unproductive--afternoon.
You wish you had been there.