reply to post by MDDoxs
Killer Avatar bro. Gotts spinishk!
Well, China needs a lot of fatalities.
Russia, not so much.
Ain't gunna happen.
The Mujahadeen ground Ivan's toy's down to junk metal, and Secret codes that were really the Russian guide to the words of American Disco.
It was sad.
Ivan's plea to be a friend took on a plantif whail, a cheap suit jacket slung over one shoulder, and strike a pose babee better than Trevolta,
c'mon, you saw the movie, you did it.
No. I saw Russians taken down by grit, both the trait kind and the Borosylicatecarbonaciousmatteronyoursandpaper.hostmineral, unknown.
that eat away at hollywood defying speed on your....hey, that ain't wax.
Logged a "That Motorcycle will kill you for Jesus."
Actually the D.O.A, part was an exploded grind rock on a "borrowed" industrial grinder.
But, he was working on a motorcycle (his) when he died.
Just proves, if it's a real harley, he's scooter peeps.
If he's on a not new Hardly Dangerous, he's probably alright, I rode a damned blue (faded) Kansas City Copsickle, with the standard transmission,
don't call it a suicide if it has an Indian mousetrap type clutch, and a chopped off lever of some type under the left thigh, instead of a proper
tankside shift, a proper 65 Pan is a standard, anybody that would ruin one, unless it has been chopped and shopped so many times the dealer gave YOU a
sheet of numbers and said pick some!
Am I a prospect?
If yes, pick some stupid ass.
Are you not?
And just how did you come to own mobymotorcycle?
Really, ever since old dan....what was old dead whats his name that tried to infiltrate the Angels?
He ain't dead?
Why heck fellers.
Wanna buy my old blue scoot back for me, still ain't cruised with Dan.
Look, I've got a knuck and a flathead 80, besides my 45, and I'll never part with my flathead or the 45, a knuck?
Can buy em all day.
The dead for Jesus deal, intoned by the wife who had gotten love bombed into a cult for sweet bleeding Jebus, and departed, for after damning her true
love who said something like, "okay, but it's going to be more fun than at your mothers."..and climbed upon that well and truly damned big
motorcycle for the run.The run was uneventful...it's been a while.
The wife wasn't home, and since he wasn't kidding when he told his old lady he wasn't seeing other women, he had a lot of time on his hands.
Who knows what drove him to that garage and put that evil and pernicious grinder to metal, a stone literally cut out his heart when it shattered.
Demonic. 1 kill. Low miles. Pretty, except where part of the stone broke off some metal.
And they say old time values are a thing of the past...but they never give dates....epochs....eons....ages unknown in transit to their new work zone.
not a few, these were planet builders, an earths worth of people aboard each, headed to some place just simply too damned close to here. Reforestation
was kickin Neptune...I'm kiddin ya, it was Saturn....okay. You got me.
Venus? Before then.
Think Shoemaker Levy 9.
Excellent spacing for monster ultraplus what...meteors, comets, fragments of somebody's home world?
Somebody is gonna get a butt whoopin.