Went to the motorcycle show. Lot of old motherfuckers like me there. We looked at the displays. We looked at the titty girls. Then we went to an inn, drank beer and watched strippers. That was my Saturday.
Curly, Legs and Bjorn met me there. We met in the bar. Curly rode his bike to the event. I used to ride my motorcycle in the winter too. Now I am a god damn pussy.
Legs asked me, "You thinking of a new ride?"
"I'm always thinking of a new ride," I told him. "Sonja says there is nothing wrong with the old one though." I have not had a new motorcycle for a while. It is not right.
Bjorn ordered us some more beer before we began our tour. Bjorn has a motorcycle too but he was not looking for a new one. He ought to. He rides a Japanese. It is fucking embarrassing. He, like me, only left the house for the titties and beer.
3 comments:
Play the safety factor Beer,better lights,better brakes.If you pack her around at all she might go for it. Myself I have been riding the same bike for 25 years.I think it's time to get one with an electric foot.
Someone should bring Brother Barack up there for a lesson in reality. Do you ever have shit like that with "Fuck The Banks, Pay The People, Titties, Motorcycles and Beer""
Beer, I hope that was'nt your mill thar burned down.Those poor fuckers,wow,another sawmill gone.I remember the north arm from Marpole to New west was lined with mills(and bee-hive burners).Now there are condominiums or condoms lining the river.At least the fog is is not as bad.
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