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Thread: Your pride

  1. #61
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    To be honest, with all the shit I am going through at present, I'm proud of the fact that I had the balls to log onto this website a couple of years ago. I have many non biker mates but some of those who I thought would be there for me in times or crisis simply dissappeared up their own arses. I have had so much support and guidance from people on this site over the last few weeks it has simply blown me away, and a lot of these people I have never met.

    So, I'm proud of the great people on this site.

    I'm also proud of the two sisters I entertained in 1991 after playing a gig in london, fecking ruder than getting a speeding fine in a VW Beetle they were......

    Also proud that I managed to suss out a certain 'lady' I was dancing with in a Bangkok club was in fact a geezer. didnt have to lift up the dress and stare at the last turkey in the shop to find that out.....

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    4 balls, 4 I tells ya.

    OK, I do think my Medal for Bravery iz da shizzle on a Dinner Suit too.

  3. #63
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    Proud of my family,my kids-especially one who had to have her bowel removed to ensure she didn't get cancer(she was 17 at the time,and showed maturity beyond years)the other for being a bloody good sis to her older one(she hasn't the gene).

    The fact my surgeon was a miracle worker after me being pigheaded and not seeing my gp earlier,he gave me life after I nearly stuffed it.Getting through 35yrs of soccer without breaking a leg,and playing at top local level in the Naki.

    My loving partner who was there while I undertook tests for cancer,and phoning family and friends when told what was wrong with me,something I couldn't do at the time,and giving me a reason to fight to beat the shit,and then when I was diagnosed with lung tumour having the patience of a saint to be at ny bedside early morn(7.00am-10pm).

    And I suppose proud of myself,never really got the why fucken me syndrome,just lets get on and do it,having seen a mate in hospice and getting him to smile at me,as he knew I wouldn't feel pity for him,yes I felt anguish for him and his partner,but not pity.
    Hello officer put it on my tab

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