a trolls guid to public service

and a bell end ballad

Out on the trail with Zeke a couple of weeks back we were rolling slow and easy around the dirty basin.

It was the first fine Sunday morning.

There were people out everywhere.

Good morning!

We called out cheery greetings all along the way.

Pretty much everyone we encountered was happy, smiling, holding their dogs.

Thank you! We’d call out as we passed.

Thank you too! They’d call out to us.

It was all very Canadian.

As we made our way through Sacktown we encountered a large group.

Good morning! We called.

YOU NEED A BELL ON THOSE THINGS WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR BELL?

Thi may have been an approiate response had we snuck up on them. We hadn’t.

We were driving towards them.

Not seeing any canes I stopped.

Who here is blind?

The mouthy old tosser looked like the kind of guy who starched his sheets.

His jeans were pressed and he pressed on.

You need to ring your bell to warn us despite the fact we saw you.

He admitted it.

You said it yourself. You saw us.

That wasn’t enough. He asked his buddies to help surro…