PING Balrog

Keith Schiffner wrote

The drugs have been a big help.

 

At least I don't find out after I bought a tire that it's really used
and showing cords...but saved $10. BWAHAHAHA!!!!

You're a buffoon!!!

Oh my, that hurt! BWAHAHAHA!!!!

Oh, is that why your postings make absolutely no sense? You're too far
advanced for any computer out there?

It's Keith "E.T." Schiffffnnneeer!!!

Stay what? "plonked"? Oh yes, you might want to consult with Albert
Nurick on such issues. I hear he's got a patent on "plonkers". Maybe
the problem with yours is you didn't pay your royalty fees to
Nurick+Ass?

You're a BUFFOON!!!

 

Hey! It's Ranger Danger!

I knew you'd be along shortly...

Isn't it neat that someone can actually be able to have fun with the
holidays and such? I actually dressed as a cowboy one year for
halloween...what's your point about me being a wizard?

If this is the best that reeky and uk have to offer, y'all might want
to consider another form of entertainment...

 

Hey! It's Ranger Danger!

I knew you'd be along shortly...

Isn't it neat that someone can actually be able to have fun with the
holidays and such? I actually dressed as a cowboy one year for
halloween...what's your point about me being a wizard?[/QUOTE]

Next year you will be Cinderella or Snow White?
Will you be having a pedicure too?
What a hatter you are.

 

I wonder if Dennis has begged for money yet? I hear that there are
some in reeky who beg money from others for all sorts of problems like
cancer and wrecking motorcycles. Of course, I wouldn't know about
begging...it's just what I've read certain others doing.

You might be right though, his motorcycle probably did get repo'd...

 

I'll take that $50 now...

You now have a bunch of others crying about "at this time in his life"...

Doesn't sound like "DwP" did so well.

Just buy me a beer and we'll call it even?

 

Bill Walker says...

I really wouldn't want to have you as a friend. As an enemy you'd be
easy to deal with, but as a friend I'd never know if you were about to
stab me in the back.

 

LOL... well said, but you should be aware.. I've not offered my friendship
to you.. Without that offer, your comment is not significant..

Nossir.. I don't "stab in the back".. You'll see me coming.. That being
said.. I am not your enemy.. and don't care to be.. I don't need your
friendship and I have enough enemies.. That makes your comment "irrelevant"
... hmmm.. Seems that your entire post is quite a waste, isn't it ?

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

In amongst all this black cloud shit, could I just ask, who is this guy
Balrog who our poultry lovin' pal was trying to contact at the start of
this thread.

 

Balrog isn't a he, he's a mailing list. I can't remember how to get a
list of mailing lists either. I have some friends that keep in touch
using this mailer. They started off using tx.moto but left coz of teh
high fuckwith to friend ratio.

I'm enjoying some lovely drugs.

 

Nice the about nudesgropes is it'll still be there teh next day to
enjoy.

 

Thank you for teh opportunity to repost the beginning of teh story of
teh night tehy named the majical and mistical .....

<dramatic music>
Teh Story of Outrider
<Hysterical shreeks>

 

"Dances with Poultry"

I like that. Do you do the "Chicken Dance"?

 

I've been truly disappointed.

 

Thanks for asking.. <chuckle> I really don't know.. He's sure not one of
ours.. The Lozzo fellow sure seems like he's got a bad disposition, for some
reason.. Strange..

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

Good to go, Bear.. My friend Waco is another Texas Biker that deserves all
respect.. He's made some rides in this past year that are surely going to go
on record.. Many of us on tx.motorcycles have enjoyed his trip reports and
he is considerate enough to share his rides with us all..

I've had the pleasure to know Waco and we've done some day runs together..
He's definitely one of the hands that is a top notch company to ride with..

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

(Dances with Poultry) wrote in

This is the only reference I can find. The tumbleweed is blowin tho'.

DFW-MOTO - Dallas / Ft Worth area biker
admin: [APPEARS TO BE DEFUNCT]
digest: Yes
owner:
subscribe: Message body: "subscribe dfw-moto your_name_here"

The road goes on forever.

Chill out man, enjoy the trip

 

I've met the man on several occasions. He's a great guy, one of the
mainstays of our regular meets.

Maybe he just finds the attack on DWP a bit unnecessary. After all the
only reason he dropped in on you guys was to see if any of his old mates
were around because he has some life changing news to share.

What seemed to you as an invasion of your online group was maybe really
just someone rallying his friends in a time of need.

 

<>tallbloke wrote:
Dances with Poultry wrote:
It's pretty obvious really. You share that sloped (nearly non-existent)
forehead and flat widened proboscis of the harmless and unfortunate
Neanderthal.
<monty py.....

..........................................
Bzzzt! 306b.
--
Alex
BMW R1150GS
<><><><><><><><><>><><><><><>><
BOY O BOY, I noticed that Alex really had a lot to say in his response.
he said "Bzzzt! 306b" kinda seems appropreiate with a addy like his:
(grin)

<>haveAgoodDay-Bjay<>

 

It would have to be a good story to beat some of the Janice Chung
ones. Remember this? (Just an extract to give you a taste)

"A cool May breeze gently caressed the freshly prepped surface of
Gateway International Raceway like a lover would his partner's silken
thigh. The unmistakable pheromones of gasoline, antifreeze, and un-
catalysed exhaust dominated the air.
Two late-model Kawasaki sportbikes, resplendent in their lime green,
pearl white, and baby blue war paint, glistened in the bright
Mississippi sunshine, speaking volumes of the countless hours their
owners had spent polishing to a mirrorlike sheen the bikes' metallic
surfaces and waxing to a prize-winning finish their respective ABS
plastic fairings as well as of the not-quite-so-countless number of
hours of actual usage the two motorbikes had seen on a regular basis.
Gentle metallic pinging sounds emanated from deep within the hearts of
both machines as they cooled from a lap around the racetrack to scrub
in the freshly-mounted Dunlop D364 race-compound tyres.
One of the riders unstrapped his Kawasaki Z-Force helmet and hung it
on the right mirror of his ZX-9R. He pulled the right sleeve of his
colour-matched Z Custom Leathers 1-piece racing suit up slightly and
peered at his Rolex.
"It's high noon, and nobody's here yet," he muttered to nobody in
particular as he went through several tongue contortions to dislodge a
piece of hot dog that was stuck between his teeth.
His riding partner mirrored his actions, removing his Bell and hanging
it on the only mirror his ZX-6 still had.
Quite suddenly, a loud CRRRRRRACK! followed by a dull THUNK!
reverberated across the otherwise tranquil racetrack.
With his buttocks still firmly planted in the cushy seat of his ZX-6,
the rider bent downwards awkwardly to retrieve his helmet and the
larger shattered remnants of what moments earlier had been his bike's
only mirror. He inspected the Bell for damage but was relieved to
discover that he could not discern which of its many scratches and
dents was the most recent, so, quite logically, came to the conclusion
that his helmet's integrity was just as good as, if not better than,
what it had been before. With an expert hand, he wiped fork oil--
which had slowly made its way down one fork leg and into a puddle on
the tarmac, into which the helmet had fallen--off the unbroken half of
his Bell's faceshield.
"Rob," he said in a high-pitched whining voice which--had this been a
television sitcom--must surely have been fake, but, quite sadly, was
not, "are you SUUUUUUUUURE they're gonna show up? They always play
tricks on you, they're so mean."
"If they show up, I will win. If they don't show up, I will still win.
Therefore, I can't possibly lose," declared Robert with the undeniable
acuity of a Computer Science student as he stared at the distant
horizon and fiddled absently with his Ninja's petcock..."

Now there was a story. Can you improve on it?