3 wheelers

A guy I used to work rides one. He lost a leg & a wife while riding a 2
wheeler. He said 3
bad to do wheelies (back b4 Can Am's)

My question I saw a 3 wheeler pulling a trailer today (no not the 1st I
ever saw) but it
got me to wondering, does that affect the
doing wheelies problem ?

I've not rode a bike bout 20 yrs.
Quit after almost wrecking 2 times in 1 week.

Take too much Medication to even consider
it now.

Yes I relize that last lines goona make
me regret asking.

 

<fx: Makes popcorn>

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Are you some kind of mentally disturbed fucking dribble of cuntsweat?

There was a lad at our school, he used to rub his finger down his
arsecrack on a hot day & then rub it on unsuspecting innocents gums. I'm
rather hoping he did it to you, ya fucking weirdo..

 

Boris - is that you?

 

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"I've got a friend who...."

It was you wasn't it?

 

No, really, it wasnt....

But i did tell him to do it

 

I was expecting something along the lines of "And again, in English"

 

I think that's what Nige was aiming for, wasn't it?

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I used to know someone who did similar, though this was when we were
17/18 down the pub; if someone annoyed him a bit, he went to the bog,
stuck his finger up his arse, and then came out and wiped the finger
across the top lip of his victim.

If someone *really* annoyed him, he'd go to the bog, take a shit onto
a bit of bog-roll, wrap it up, and then when he came out, slip it into
the victim's jacket pocket.

Nice guy.

 

I can't believe he'd have had a chance to do the second, having done
the first.

If he'd done it to me the **** would still be in traction.

 

Yep.

Another funny story about shit though...

The lads i go riding with used to have another lad go with them, one
sunday morning he was desperate for a shit wearing full race leathers he
had to half take 'em off & proceeded to dropp the kids off at the pool.
Dale thought he was taking his time & went to find him, he was scrubbing
& swearing like ****, platered in shit head to foot.

He'd managed to scoop up some other fuckers turd they had managed to
miss the bog, with his leathers sleeve, with resulting shitness.

Imagine that

 

he was a fucking psycho.

you could have tried.

 

I didn't say I'd do it there and then.

I'd have borrowed your car, and run him over.

 

aha. Funnily enough, I was once on a night out at the Camden Palais of
all places, and he was in fact run over by a black taxi, and
hospitalized. Which was amusing enough, except it left me and my mate
M. nowhere to sleep for the night, as we had been intending on kipping
on this blokes sofas (he was a night porter in a very dodgy Paddington
"Hotel"[1] with a big multi-room garret flat arrangement, but we
hadn't the key).

at the time, my "car" was a borrowed, much battered Transit that semi-
permanently had someone-who-we-were-doing-a-favour-transporting-it-but-
forgot-who-it-was's-or-quite-where-in-Ilford-they-lived drum kit in
the back, so may well have come in handy for that sort of thing.

[1] you know, rooms charged by the hour, catering to a largely Arab
clientele, with a lot of "off menu" specials available via room
service, which is how this bloke made most of his money in
"commission".

 

It's amazing what damage a car can do to a person in a pub car park.

 

I reckon "Dropping the kids at the pool" was pretty good.

It's English, but not as we know it

 

Thanks for all the helpful replies

I solved the wheelie problem

Not too happy about the length of the
drive chain tho----------



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ummm, which would those be?

 

A old colleague of mine used to tell the tale of a game they played
while at uni, called "That's my poo".

The object of the game was to hide a piece of shit somewhere and see
how long before it was discovered.

The "best" was one that went on for a couple of days until one of the
house mates went to make a sandwich. Opening a "new" tub of margerine,
he used a knife to spread the marge, only to find something a little
unexpected.

Whether it's true or not...

 

ummm, which would those be?