FOAK: Missing Ignition Key

Hey fraudulent FAILURE and fakir of knowledge...how come you add so
many groups like spastic syphilitic zoophile? Oh wait..you are the
racist degenerate that's pursuing me...you sick turd. I'm too old for
you, after all I do have a DL.

 

heh, I'd have to be a quadraplegic or blind for that to happen and
then, well I'd probally find a work around. ;^) Put up with the left
over issues from a displaced pelvis (non-fracture related) some time.
8^\ Let's just say badgers step aside out of respect for the more
surely demeanor.

heh, if I were you wouldn't want it. Montana ain't for the ones, what
can't take the cold.

<sob> in the early 70's my late cousin some how picked up pair of
trumps like that...made both into choppers.

If he werent' dead...oh I'd knock to slobber out of him I would.

Don't you LOVE typo's ;^) 1980...dang near did the first ever back
flip in the dang thing (not on purpose)

 

Mind you it was NOT my motorcycle. I suspect now that some idiot like
Krusty who didn't think you needed to change the brake fluid on a
regular basis had owned the bike...didn't help that the steering
dampener was way to loose. OR one of many other issues...it'd been
rode hard put away wet then draged out and beat with a railroad tie.

 

Well now - following a Vincent-related accident I mended after a while,
despite the worst prognoses of the hospital, and while I don't have
regular employment as firms tend not to look favourably on
septugenarians innit, there are not enough hours in the day, nor days in
the week though for me, which is one reason why I haven't got an idiot's
lantern.

Badgers turn tail and flee.

Would that be Clematis montana? Who said anything about cold, anyway? (I
used to be a deerstalking gillie in a previous life, and spent a lot of
autumn and winter days up and down Monroes...

'Bout the best thing to do with them, short of melting them down to make
proper bikes.

Well, I'm not surprised: old Trumpets handled like three-legged camels.
You want to try a sprung-hub Speed Twin on a bumpy, windey road...

I shan't be tempted to let you loose on anything of mine, then.

 

Don't you mean "quadrophrenic?"

Never mind, keep raving, Rusty Hinge hasn't realized that you're
demented, so far.

 

I don't think even S'mee is twice as heady as Zaphod Beeblebrox.

 

8^) Who do you think taught him how to drink more than 2 pan-galactic
gargle blasters before breakkies and live. ;^) The trick in choosing
your lemon peel VERY carefully.

 

Polycephalic lemons, I hope from my greenhouse?

 

Ain't free association gay?

S'mee should admit that he can't travel, instead of flaking out like
this...

 

No....These came from much further away. ;^) But don't panic, I know
where my towel is.

 

So you're offering to give Rusty Hinge a hand job, then?

 

You don't know where my greenhouse is...

(Don't talk to me about towels, a polish with a damp towel buggered all
the diodes down my left side.)

 

can't have them in the great north...plod think you've got a grow
operation and bust all th' windows!

heh...I heard it ALL on the radio back in...oh damn, damn, triple
damn. I forgot!

 

uneducated nym shifting trailer trash like you really shouldn't be
using the public library.

 

Isn't there a convenience store, truck stop, or greasy spoon diner in
Cut Bank, where you could occasionally talk to humans, instead of
reciting something from
a faggoty British fantasy all the time?

 

are you still thiking I am young enough to fit the profile of one of
your boyfriends?

 

Stop evading the question, Sheep Shagger.

 

Poor thing, all this anger and angst of yours JUST because I know more
and do more with motorcycles than you ever have. Must suck to be such
a life failure like you...

 

You certainly do have a limited repertoire of responses.

And none of them answers the basic question of whether or not you have
the opportunity of personal contact with humans on a daily basis.

 

so why do you the great goatse (he of the buick sized colon) care? Are
you fantasizing about all those people I KNOW and have contact with?
The lives I improve just by my presence? Well tough shit goat
raper...it's nunyahbid and I'll enjoy your non-visit.

You pathetic little fraud...