Mum + Bike + Me = Bad News

**peasea** · 30th October 2009, 22:26

Originally Posted by Hopeful Biker

Read my mind

Looks like im gonna have to get to know you

You'll be safe in my hands.

Now, about trading up to a Harley................

**gatch** · 30th October 2009, 22:28

Originally Posted by Big Dave

Teenagers must have changed - with mine it was when the plates were growing Penicillin.

Originally Posted by allycatz

Mine lost a pet rat in her bedroom for a fortnite...found it in her wardrobe eating an old sandwich.....says heaps aye!!!!

My first residence in Palmerston North was an everlasting party, there was ALWAYS beer in the fridge and smoke on the table, there was a fuckin sick tumor shaped conglomeration of fat from all the hash browns, that were crisped golden brown to perfection in the toaster.

Deer antlers with optional bra's, a spray painted sign on the house frontage (PLAYERS MANSION), completing the interior decor was a fluorescent light with same words. One time I took a girl back there and on the way up the drive she says "oh my god, THIS place".

Then there was the chairs in the lounge, that post saturday night, could be relied on to contain at least - $8.00 in change, half a dozen of various branded lighters, beers and smokes. The wheel of punishment, the row of 4 (5 can) funnels outside the front door and freezer of mystery in the backyard.

What a dump it was but fuck I miss it..

**peasea** · 30th October 2009, 22:35

Originally Posted by gatch

My first residence in Palmerston North was an everlasting party, there was ALWAYS beer in the fridge and smoke on the table, there was a fuckin sick tumor shaped conglomeration of fat from all the hash browns, that were crisped golden brown to perfection in the toaster.

Deer antlers with optional bra's, a spray painted sign on the house frontage (PLAYERS MANSION), completing the interior decor was a fluorescent light with same words. One time I took a girl back there and on the way up the drive she says "oh my god, THIS place".

Then there was the chairs in the lounge, that post saturday night, could be relied on to contain at least - $8.00 in change, half a dozen of various branded lighters, beers and smokes. The wheel of punishment, the row of 4 (5 can) funnels outside the front door and freezer of mystery in the backyard.

What a dump it was but fuck I miss it..

If you haven't had a flat like that you haven't lived!

We had bikes in the hall, bikes in the bedrooms but always food/beer in the fridge. Sunday roasts were a crackup after 'Sunday School', try basting a chook when you're off your tits. Mondays were a bitch though. (Still are, on occasion.)

We had one flat got turned over by the porkies, they tipped out my pot plants. "What's all this then?" they asked. Innocent faces all round.....

"Right, search the premises" was the command from above. Search commenced......Bobby lifts bag in wardrobe......"The plants are mine" I hollered. Search ceased. I thought a bust for a few dope plants was a better rap than a rap for the explosives in the bag!

Fuckin' funny, they never looked INSIDE the bag!

**gatch** · 30th October 2009, 22:41

Haaahaha gold, I was really keen to try grow a little something in our roof space, except when the light was on the first night, you could see it from the road from the gaps in the weatherboards haha, also in the lounge through the gaps in the ceiling boards..

**peasea** · 30th October 2009, 22:45

Originally Posted by gatch

Haaahaha gold, I was really keen to try grow a little something in our roof space, except when the light was on the first night, you could see it from the road from the gaps in the weatherboards haha, also in the lounge through the gaps in the ceiling boards..

Good old kiwi insulation eh?

Now when I was a boy, we used to have to live in 'ole in road.......

**BikerDazz** · 30th October 2009, 22:45

I got mum to look after my "pot plants" at her place, until they started to go missing...

**peasea** · 30th October 2009, 22:47

Originally Posted by BikerDazz

I got mum to look after my "pot plants" at her place, until they started to go missing...

Your mum's a pot-head? Crackup.

**Hopeful Bastard** · 30th October 2009, 22:50

Originally Posted by BikerDazz

I got mum to look after my "pot plants" at her place, until they started to go missing...

Lucky.. Shame they went missing

My mum knows what they look like so she wont allow them at all in her house.. Already had the talk about that.. Little does she know i only done some when i was at my mates house.. But that was AGES ago.. Aint doing it anymore..

**BikerDazz** · 30th October 2009, 22:50

well she'd never admit it the cheeky bitch

**BikerDazz** · 30th October 2009, 22:52

it's something we all go through bro...fun times...you start to miss them after a while....that's where riding takes over.

**gatch** · 30th October 2009, 22:56

Originally Posted by BikerDazz

I got mum to look after my "pot plants" at her place, until they started to go missing...

HAaaa my mum got suspicious when her smoke started to go missing and I was constantly making late night snack runs to the servo around the corner..

**Hopeful Bastard** · 30th October 2009, 22:56

But who cares.. "What.. we've got here is a failure to communicate"

I SO KNOW THAT!! Its the Beginning to G n' R - Civil War!!

ROCK ON DUDE!

But back on topic.. Yeah.. Shit done nothin for me.. Thats when i started smoking bacco.. But then even that got old so now it is the whole bike Dilemma