Going out on a limb here, but i think they meant motorcycle not bicycle.

When i was in grade school, I went to a little hippie private school for a couple of years.
Right before Thanksgiving, one of my public school classmates transfered into our 3rd grade class.

We were doing an activity that had started out as stuffing guinea hens as personal turkeys, with ingredients brought in by students. However, most kids ended up bringing candy, and between kids eating candy with raw poultry in their hands and the relatively large number of vegetarian families, the school had switched to the vegetarian option, of stuffing spaghetti squash.

So its this girl’s first day of school, shes been sat down a a table, a gourd has been placed in front of her, and theres a banquette of candy in the front of the room. So she asks me, the only non stranger in the room, whats going on. Before i can answer back, the teacher interupts with a snooty

“Now J, I know its your first day here, but at NNS, we raise our hands when we talk!”

She then begins her explanation, only to be loudly interupted by J, with both hands held high above her head as though in surrender, asking me

"Hey iordseyton, What the FUCK is going on?

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Title had better be something about Flicking the Bean’