Bite my shiney metal ass
Blue sky above, sun on my back, my body clad in leather
Tires tearing ashphalt curves, my soul is now in heaven.
Carbon exhausts sing a sirens song, they beg me to throttle harder
One man, one bike, one empty road, this must be valhala.
No distraction can exist herein, experience complete and stiring
The road, the speed is my want and need, my two wheel mistress alluring.
Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire. -Samuel Johnson
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Please tell me this aint another one of those "ZONE" threads?
Trumpydom!
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Jesus Stiffy! You been drinking Gin again?
Bite my shiney metal ass
Mate am I that obvious? Only half a bottle though.Originally Posted by Madness
Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire. -Samuel Johnson
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You didn't learn anything in Mr Nimmo's science class, did you bro?
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thats bloody well writtenif thats the gin talking I should write my thesis pissed!
"A shark on whiskey is mighty risky, but a shark on beer is a beer engineer" - Tad Ghostal
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And judging by my poetry I didn't learn much in Ms Elders class either.
Oh and thanks Bogan.
Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire. -Samuel Johnson
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