was it gixer king he hasnt updated his tab in a wile![]()
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From earlier posts i assume colapop
My job here is done... I head for home a happy man...![]()
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"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." Edmund Burke
What a shame it wasn't me
I would like to be able to ride a bike that could pop a wheelie in such a manner that a cop would feel the desire to ask me for my autograph
But quite the opposite, I am at the other end of the island
Colin, Colin, Colin....
tut tut.
and he looked like such a nice boy too...![]()
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Since he hasn't posted, it's only fair to assume that he assaulted the cop, and is spending some time in the pink cell and Wellington Central.
DAMHIK.
"It would be spiteful, to put jellyfish in a trifle."\m/ o.o \m/
I wish he'd stop pulling cops over all the time - it's starting to become a bad habit.
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
Earth to cola , earth to cola, do you read me over?
Give us the full story, go on...
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"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." Edmund Burke
Somebody pm the dude and tell him to report to this post immediately.
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
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
The full story is that I was chatting to my friend from the KKK about how the Asian peril seem to have infiltrated the very fabric of NZ society. They call themselves "Kevin" or other unassuming names when in reality their names are Long Duc Poo or Lonely Dragon Takeaways...
There's no story. He flicked me, I stopped, we chatted, I headed home.
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
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