Biking with a smile

A couple days ago, I noticed something black in Mike’s teeth.

I looked at him more closely, a bit confused. I knew he hadn’t recently eaten a kiwi fruit or a poppy seed muffin.

So I looked again.

And I noticed a couple of wings jutting out from what I now realized was an ebony body.

Augh. A bug.

I gasped, thoroughly grossed out, and pointed out the protein he had lodged between two of his teeth.

“Oh,” he laughed. “That’s how you know I’m a happy biker.”


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