"Can doing better?" Nope, I can't topisshithe watt did he say? Ever look down into mashed potatoes and carrot bits floating in between the white stuff? It's like reading a mashed paragraph full of words now, like can doing better on the bar stool is can't get the oysters off the bar so we get a chance to dance. No, wezza on the VW's roof rack is balancing beaming them there chrome suitcase cages. Oysters off the bar yet? Goan ask them to stop so we can come back in the place. It's cold out here. Besides, I keep falling off the stool.
Sans you and I have the same genes about some title to score? I don't run for titles. I don't think we grow up from that high school age. It's just two dogs running up smelling someone's stink they stink they got something for me? I think I can pull one out of the hat just for entertainment purposes. I'm just warming up my pile-o-shit getting it ready for some asshole like you go barking up the wrong tree. However, I like that competitive spirit you have. That means you give me your all and all I got is a place for you between a car or a rail kind of you asked for it pal.
I've seen so many piles of shit bikes in ragozines. I've walked up to one and the clutch doesn't even work. I almost broke it thinking this was altogether. So much for rag bikes.
It's a billet off the shelf parts is parts unless you machined out the parts yourself, had jesse weld your frame was it? HEI means, Have Electricity Will Travel write past an I. This place reeks [many threads] of it. Oh, times 3 for you though.
I like to tremble like a pack of dogs about ready to eat something caught in the forest. All surrounded by that front fender is that logo says be a nice guy and gib'em a head start. LOL, I eat mustangs, fella. Eat'em so bad I let them have a really nice run like some cocksucker like you thinks your winning. Then I insult you even more, wait till I'm up to that truck's bumper. You need to bring bike, and for sure I'm going to scrape your balls down on those bolts they use to keep the rails up on the posts.
Oh no, I'm showing you my mouth at the throttle hand. If I got a good run off that rise, knowing any faster and I'd case the drain plug kind of [how low] a drag bike this sits, I think I'd let you go, then loft right off that rise. Slam down on your fuking helmet with a blip of the throttle. A timing so out the ass perfect, the landing won't push the plug up and hit the crank come round.
Fuck if I know where that puts you now? I'm going to do my damn'dis to keep it upright and see how much salvage your bike looks like now? Let alone what the fuck you don't want my body, boy.
I'm going to show you WATTiT means to show you a wheel you cocksucker. Calling out pee poles is eye may aim you at one of them instead is crack yur nuts open. Give you some of your own medicine back is meat and greet, The Shaman!
:flag: For entertainment purposes only. Pick either side of me and it's the wall or down the valley of the shadow of deathelectrics is going to bite you like a blackweedough will. Pick your favorite road or we use mine :roll:
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