Pimp My Scooter @ MindSay 
Seniorbaylindo is a buddy of mine. He goes by many different names, I shall list some of them now.'
A few of Baylin's many different names:
- Baylin Adam Berry...Not that that's his real name or anything....
- Fifi
- Radar
- Hop-along
- Crunch
- Goat-Nugget
- Squamous
- The Virginia Plan :-D
One of the things you have to understand about Baylin is that he is...He is 63% woman. Fifi, his female counter part, is a fat woman stuck in a very skinny (with creepily long legs) man body. Fifi has a love of chocolate and young boys....I mean...I wasn't suppose to say that...YOU KNOW NOTHING!
Baylin has a large sexy man butt, a trumpet, and a crush on the coolest chick ever!! He is also a horny little bugger.
Baylin is not only a good friend of mine he is also my pimp, and I am his pimp. So it's an intereting sysetem we have going on. I pimp him out with my road runners. But I have many pimps so we try not to get to controling.
Baylin makes me giggle. And then when he starts laughing I go off because he squints his eyes and his face turns all red and it's funny.
He and I have only been friends for about a year, but in that year I have learned alot about him, things such as his love for Anime, his trumpet and Chocolate Milk. Also about him trying to get my friend (Alison) to sell her shirts so that she won't have any shirts to wear....perv.
He is also one of the better people to sing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' with because he makes funny voices and knows all the words, sometimes he does a funny dance...or maybe that's me...I can't remember...But I do know he has a sexy Numa Numa dance!
He also Played Dr. Phil Good in our Drama production last year and he was the most emotion filled actor on that stage. Every move he made was full passion and raw true emotion. Give it up for Dr. Phil Good!!
Also, I am a founding memeber of The B.B.B.F.C. (Baylin Brian Berry Fan Club) we are an elite group (like 5 people) of Baylin Brian Berry fans that go crazy and are planning on making shirts and umm yeah. So there you have it.
So that's some basic infomation on The Vagina Plan...I mean Virginia Plan...WE LOVE YOU BAYLIN BRIAN BERRY!!!
~Princess Zelda
"Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me"
~Queen
I had been entertaining the notion of buying a scooter but couldn't really justify shelling out the cash -- would I actually use it? Could I actually use it without breaking my neck? But when cricker and I stumbled across two snazzy used numbers in our wanderings, I knew that me and scooters were a fated combination.
I chose one and paid the adoption fee. As soon as we got home I took her out for a spin, and fell promptly, hopelessly in love. The first few strides were awkward but I was scooting gracefully along in under five minutes. And discovering the brake function added a whole new dimension! As an afterthought, I did a little preventive maintenance, tightening the nuts and bolts to minimize the risk of spontaneous structural collapse, because that would be bad.
Here's my friend Darin taking a menacing spin through the kitchen:
Today I took a scoot jaunt to run a few errands. Being car-less, and not confident enough on a bike or rollerblades to venture into traffic, scootering increases my efficiency tremendously -- I did my business at the bank, pharmacy and convenience store in a freewheeling jiff. When I got to a store I just hooked my trusty sidekick's handlebars over my shoulder and carried 'er in. I hate to think of putting her away when the snow flies.
People have interesting reactions to my newfound mode of transportation. It gets smiles and compliments from some -- on my way to the bank, a man on the street called it "an awesome idea" -- while others seem to look down their noses a bit (got that vibe from one of the pharmacy clerks). It does seem a little incongruous that I'm 27 years old and ride a scooter, but looking young for my age helps me get away with it. Passing for a kooky college kid works against, me, though, in that while I don't look out of place on a scooter, more typical "grown-ups" don't recognize and treat me as a peer -- who likes to be presumed 18, as has occasionally been my experience, at three years shy of 30? But in this case, I decided the sheer bliss of scootering outweighed the risk of being treated like a kid.
But whatevs. It's an environmentally friendly. economical and frickin' fun way to get around, and it suits me just fine. It also brings back memories: in university I had the biggest crush on a blond, Beck-loving surfer-type who wrote poetry and rode his scooter everywhere. It did occur to me, though, that maybe my scooter needs a bit of tricking out. While riding this morning I had a funny vision of scootering along with sparkly handlebar streamers blowing in the breeze. Note to MTV: how's about Pimp My Scooter?