Wayne Rumball's House of Nonsense

[Wayne R]

Damnit!

The bastards stole the bike again.

Wednesday, everything was closed, holiday.

Thursday and Friday, work, so no time to buy a lock for the shed, I planned to go today and... fucking bicycle is stolen again.

I suppose I could set up a system whereby as soon as you open the door to the shed you get a face full of acid.

But then it we be me spending time in prison and not the thieves....

Checked where we found it the last time, of course it was not there, that would be too simple.