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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Anderson Cooper and... um... Friend



"Is... is... is that Steve Jobs's wang?"

"OK, fine, we'll leave the seats on, Spoilsport."

AC: "I dunno, Ben. Sometimes, it just seems like nobody is even paying attention to me."

When Prince declared the era of automobiles "over", the remaining two people who knew he was still alive took him seriously.

Looks like Andy is peddling his ass again.

Next time you rent us bicycles, get the cute ones that don't have this darn horizontal center bar. And a basket, I want a nice basket. And make them levender. I really like levender or pink.

Coop, you need to wear a helmet to protect your...ah, never mind. Carry on.

You tell Shep that no matter how fast or far he drives that Porsche of his, I'm gonna catch him and kick his a$$ in the ratings...

"Wow, check this news. Ricky Martin is a fag, too. Imagine!"

You're never going to pass for Mormon missionaries dressed like that. Or straight guys, for that matter.

That's why I have you, Benjamin. I'm too important to get a ticket for texting while cycling. You're my fall guy. Now read me the next message, sweetie.

"How far does your GPS say we've gone?"
"About 1/8 mile."
"Huh?"
"Hard to cover ground when you only make left turns, Coop."

"Ben, pay attention! Does this bicycle makes my ass look big-er?"

Coop: "How far do we have to peddle to become relevent?"
Ben: "It says Does.Not.Compute."

So, honey; exactly WHEN should I expect your priapism to kick in?

"OK, it says it's about a quarter mile to the nearest gay bar."

"Uh oh. Looks like your mom just figured out that grandchildren are a long shot."

"How far does your GPS say we've gone?"
"All the way, Anderson. All the way."

Brokeback Bicycling.

That girl we just passed tweeted that she "loves your movies, Mr. Gere, and hopes the Doctors are always successful in removing your gerbils."