Oooo Arrr *bump* Avast....
Forum whore
Oooo Arrr *bump* Avast....
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
Jesus built my Gixxer
YEEEARRRRRRr
Built for speed, not for comfort
Easy Biker
So where the hell are we meeting on the 19th me hearties?
Cheers
Merv
Little ol'Hornet Rides again!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, 12 men dancing on a dead man's chest! Davy Jones never had so much fun arrr! You scallywags and ne'er do wells seem to have this here pirating escapade firmly staunched in ye garter belts!
Sadly I'm scuppered, me masts shivered, sails gone 3 sheets to the wind, landlocked, becalmed and barnacled befouled! I am wracked!
Arrr well, will be in Welly well soon anyhows! Now splice the mainsail, fasten the mizzen, haul anchor and set 'er South by South! Arrrr!!
"I like to ride anyplace, anywhere, any time, any way!"
Deus ex ukulele
Huzzah! A frisson of interest, ho ho.
I be thinkin that somewhere central, preferably with a gas-fired galley, chilled ales and a nautical theme be an idea. I'll sharpen me cutlass all special like.
Failing that we could go to Arizona...
Har, har, harrrrrr!
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Hardcore Biker
ARRRGGHHHYE SCAVIED DOGS IT BE TOOO BAD DAT YE ALL N WELLYTON MEY YE ALL H'ANG BY YE BALLBAGS
AND AVE YE SCROTUMS SKINNED WIFF A BLUNT KNOIFE BY AYEEEEE BUOITCH LESBO
ahem Ill send winja on his way with a blunt bread knife
Forum whore
Let the Black Harp show the way to yer Black Hearts ye scurvy dogs...
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
Deus ex ukulele
Arrrrr. The Black Harp's galley still be gasless! We may have to take our Pieces of Eight elsewhere.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Forum whore
A thorny problem there, capt'n. There be gas to fire the furnaces of the Thistle Inn fer those that venture beyond the swaddling cloths of known territories.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
Deus ex ukulele
Arrrrr. The Thustle. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
It's OK...I've got a spare!
My word!!!
...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
Jesus built my Gixxer
That aint Jim BeamOriginally Posted by Hitcher
Built for speed, not for comfort
Deus ex ukulele
Arrrr, ye scurvy lubber. Why are ye hankering after that hairdressers' beverage when ye can slug instead a liquid that excites a real man's tonsils? Arrr harrrrr!
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
e mare libertas
Ahrrrr HARRR, me undies! This be a challenge, ahoy!
We lubberly Auckland swabs must rise to the occasion, avast and belay!
Galbraiths, anyone?
Now, there's a chance that I might be stuck in a factory somewhere up the arsehole of Asia next week (again) but I'm sure Mr Skid can carry the cutlass in my stead should such a scurvy fate befall me. I'll just have to celebrate TLAPD by quaffing a pint of Tsingtao and jollying a roger or two on the South China Sea.
Arrr! Who's with me?
kiwibiker is full of love, an disrespect.
- mikey
bikeless
Meeting up in Wellington Hitcher or is this an entire NZ ride too thing?
If in Wellington, I'll be there!!
Sever
Now and forever
you're just another lost soul about to be mine again
see her, you'll never free her
you must surrender it all
And give life to me again
Disturbed - Inside the Fire
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