A new definition of the word Torture

**WRT** · 12th May 2008, 10:11

So these responses only prove why the bike is in Frosty's garage, and NOT YOURS!

Good on ya for being trustworthy Frosty.

**Mully** · 12th May 2008, 13:08

Originally Posted by Boob Johnson

Im going to take a wild stab n the dark here, the bike isn't Frosty's to ride

Yeah, that's the point.

I can confirm from seeing said bike, it is as horny as a rabbit on viagra.

**imdying** · 12th May 2008, 13:15

Originally Posted by FROSTY

trust me dude anyone that can steal that bike is welcolm to it.
They need to get through a perimiter alarm, Barbed wire and a 9000 volt lekky fence before they even get to the gargre.
Then they need to break into an alarmed building and find /break open my key safe.
And worse--BABY BIKIE sleeps less than 10 feet from the bike
NOBODY messes with a pissed off baby bikie
No the bike aint mine. but its like waving a bourbon under the nose of an alchoholic

Even so... get the bike out and put it in the van or I'll put this hammer through your wife's skull... kinda motivates a guy I'm guessing.

**Forest** · 12th May 2008, 14:02

Originally Posted by imdying

Even so... get the bike out and put it in the van or I'll put this hammer through your wife's skull... kinda motivates a guy I'm guessing.

If I had to choose between a nice 998 with Termignoni pipes, or my partner.

Well let's just say it would be a tough call ...

**imdying** · 12th May 2008, 14:21

Originally Posted by Forest

If I had to choose between a nice 998 with Termignoni pipes, or my partner.

Well let's just say it would be a tough call ...

Even if it wasn't yours I bet

**FROSTY:Me** · 12th May 2008, 14:47

Originally Posted by imdying

Even so... get the bike out and put it in the van or I'll put this hammer through your wife's skull... kinda motivates a guy I'm guessing.

I'm guessin ya aint seen where I live

**madbikeboy** · 12th May 2008, 15:01

Originally Posted by FROSTY

trust me dude anyone that can steal that bike is welcolm to it.
They need to get through a perimiter alarm, Barbed wire and a 9000 volt lekky fence before they even get to the gargre.
Then they need to break into an alarmed building and find /break open my key safe.
And worse--BABY BIKIE sleeps less than 10 feet from the bike
NOBODY messes with a pissed off baby bikie
No the bike aint mine. but its like waving a bourbon under the nose of an alchoholic

Your baby bikie and my little handbag dog must be related. Some dogs have lovely personalities, all full of life and happiness. Mine ain't one either. She especially loves teenagers. We were up at the office in Ponsnobby a while ago, useless youth comes sauntering past, made the mistake of coming too close to the gate and giving me a mouthful. Lil' pooch had him baled up bawling, nasty little boy starting crying and pissed himself... Ironically, she's the most amazing rottie around kids. The ones she likes, that is...

Ride it. I mean, what sort of guy leaves a bike with you, without the very reasonable expectation that it's going to get ridden. I'll be over soon to make sure that someone rides it. Did he leave his hot girlfriend behind as well (since you sound like you've already won lotto?).

**imdying** · 12th May 2008, 15:17

Originally Posted by FROSTY

I'm guessin ya aint seen where I live

I don't need too... you could live in Windsor Castle for all I care... but when I've got your significant other by the throat, you'll wheel that bike into my van like a good little boy.

**FROSTY:Me** · 12th May 2008, 15:31

Originally Posted by imdying

I don't need too... you could live in Windsor Castle for all I care... but when I've got your significant other by the throat, you'll wheel that bike into my van like a good little boy.

No trust me--you REALLY need to see where I live.
If you get close enough to get her by the throat I'll be consulting you as a security expert. Theres 2 more security devices between her and the outside world.
Raises a question --if a theif broke into a clearly sighnwritten generator room and fried himself. Who's to blame?