Crack is whack guys!
Consumed by the desert
Started by
White Gold
, Jun 11 2012 07:56 AM
104 replies to this topic
Posted 11 June 2012 - 08:18 PM
All Hail the New Sheriff! Damn......................... I wish I could ride with you guys!
P.S. A little wordy............................ I have ADHD & couldn't concentrate thru all of it, something about Harleys & KTMs, pink & brown, etc. but what I got was good!
Edited by superslyko, 11 June 2012 - 08:25 PM.
Posted 12 June 2012 - 12:10 PM
After coughing up and clearing the dirt from my eyes, after being pelted by Krannie’s whiskey throttle roost, realizing my impending doom, I turn over onto my back and look to the up to the sky to say my final prayer. Mid repentance, I witness Sarge being sacrificed to the dirtbike gods. Suddenly I’m overcome with hope . . . this could be my chance, my excuse, my motivation to live . . . with Sarge out of the way, I can slide right into the President role for the Sons of Malarkey. Like a phoenix, I rise from the dust, fighting thru the pain from the booboo on my elbow and confident that no one will notice the tear in my jersey. As I apply a Snoopy band aid to my elbow, I have an epiphany and begin to plot my revenge on the fast guys who occasionally ride with us. My smoker is still running as I approach it, fearful that the crash may have scratched my plastics or worse even, messed up my sweet graphics, and that I won’t be able to pick it up by myself. I’m relieved to get the bike upright and am elated to find my graphics and plastics unscathed, but my joy turns to horror when I see my mother was right the whole time . . . a torn handlebar grip . . . mom will never approve of me now. So there I am, on the side of the side of the hill of death . . .
Posted 12 June 2012 - 12:28 PM
schmo, on 12 June 2012 - 12:10 PM, said:
After coughing up and clearing the dirt from my eyes, after being pelted by Krannie’s whiskey throttle roost, realizing my impending doom, I turn over onto my back and look to the up to the sky to say my final prayer. Mid repentance, I witness Sarge being sacrificed to the dirtbike gods. Suddenly I’m overcome with hope . . . this could be my chance, my excuse, my motivation to live . . . with Sarge out of the way, I can slide right into the President role for the Sons of Malarkey. Like a phoenix, I rise from the dust, fighting thru the pain from the booboo on my elbow and confident that no one will notice the tear in my jersey. As I apply a Snoopy band aid to my elbow, I have an epiphany and begin to plot my revenge on the fast guys who occasionally ride with us. My smoker is still running as I approach it, fearful that the crash may have scratched my plastics or worse even, messed up my sweet graphics, and that I won’t be able to pick it up by myself. I’m relieved to get the bike upright and am elated to find my graphics and plastics unscathed, but my joy turns to horror when I see my mother was right the whole time . . . a torn handlebar grip . . . mom will never approve of me now. So there I am, on the side of the side of the hill of death . . .
Pfffftttttt.....
Posted 12 June 2012 - 01:07 PM
White Gold, on 11 June 2012 - 09:24 AM, said:
How do grown men up and disappear? And even if they were consumed by the desert, dried-up and blown away, what of their motorcycles? Steel does not bend as easily as flesh. The only thing more haunting that the screams that echoed incessantly in my head, were the questions left unasked.
Where were the search parties? Where were the interrogations? This can't end like this.
Where were the search parties? Where were the interrogations? This can't end like this.
Posted 12 June 2012 - 01:23 PM
Ok my turn.
" &%$#@!, now my bike is filthy! I wonder what I could get for it on Criagslist?"
" &%$#@!, now my bike is filthy! I wonder what I could get for it on Criagslist?"
Posted 12 June 2012 - 02:56 PM
BODIEFW, on 12 June 2012 - 12:28 PM, said:
Pfffftttttt.....
Bo-D, you may now enter into the milky love nest with me, enjoy!!!
schmo, on 12 June 2012 - 12:10 PM, said:
mom will never approve of me now.
She may not, but I do and hereby appoint you as official milky love nest court jester and handsome man-servant. Please bring peeled grapes and jack laced mountain dew to the lovebirds - BoD and WhiteG! Pronto!
mauricedorris, on 11 June 2012 - 11:19 PM, said:
Actually, its really &%$#@!in stupid!
Maurice.....sigh.....with a name like Maurice, I really hate to do this, but alas, I must. You are banished from the love nest. Forever. Find another thread to pollute. Loooooser.
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