Uh, Uh, It Was Like a Dimads

i was doing like some, uh, semi professional cycling. And i would go where my government was working and sit at a bar next door to the place that i was working out. So basically, i couldn't really bite anymore because it was soo painful. I could steell worr, but it was so painful. It wasn't an accident, but  it was like a dimads. A, i did up to doing, uh, montrel to buston an three days, which is, like, 250 killimeters a day.