So the other night was LB's bro's birthday so we went round to his place for dinner.
Let me start by saying that his wife, PK, had made a lovely dinner and a delicious orange cake which she had slathered with a kind of toffee which made the cake virtually impossible to cut but awesome to eat.
PK's bestie Phran was also there and together they reminisced away like besties do. Like in the presence of LB, Birthday Bro and other brother Paz, they recalled how early in PK and Birthday Bro's relationship, PK and Phran had hit the family dog, Tony, with their car and watched him stagger off to, what they assumed was, die. Tony didn't die that night but I'm pretty sure that LB and Paz, who did not know this story were not that happy about it.
Then PK and Phran recalled how they had rented a daisy bike in Queenscliff one time and basically ripped the side of a car off. Turns out daisy bikes are really dangerous because when they got home that night after swearing to secrecy PK's dad accosted them with "What happened on the daisy bike and who was the boy?" They confessed to damaging the car but had no idea who the boy was. Turns out PK's Dad had heard about some entirely different daisy bike accident that happened in Queenscliff that day.
Oh what laffs! But, seriously, what the fuck is a daisy bike?
"You know" PK and Phran said, "A daisy bike! Like a porch swing on wheels"
Really?!
A google search just provides images and details of bikes with daisies on them. There were three people in this daisy bike story. Two pedaling and one steering. WTF kind of a bike is this?!?
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