First time I ever got on a motorized two-wheeler I dumped the clutch and stalled it. I was like 15yo, didn't end up on my ass but was still kind of embarassed. The bike was was my friends very cute sister's Honda 125. I (they) picked me up and I rode all the way to Greentown and back that day, I wasn't trying to race so I just let off the throttle to shift and it was fine.
Second time I rode was a Maico 400 2-stroke, I took it around the block. That beast would have run to 50mph in first gear. People in my neighborhood were nuts for even letting me try these monster machines. :)
I tried a Suzu 80cc for about 30ft one time and hit a phone box thing...STOP - went flying over the handlebars.
I'm getting all kinds of EweToob shorts coming up that appears to be 13 y/o Asian girls on motor cycles now. Where the hell can little girls ride motorcycles on the roads?
I just opened my front door and looked out. Why would creeps in pickup truck freak out, point at me, and run? I think neighbors are drug dealers.
Especially stupid drug dealers since they all have really loud cars. You would think not drawing attention would enter into their minds, but they just don't seem to be very clever.
Yeah, I've got a bunch of drug dealers or something to the west of me down the alley, but they're not loud, it's some really expensive iron. There's more traffic in my alley than I-469.
Most of the gals I married/dated fit into the Julia Duffy or Jan Smithers template with a few notable exceptions. There was one gal that was a dead ringer for Jamie Lee Curtis when she was totally hot. If Pam would've ever found out about her, I'd be dead. Manuela certainly didn't like the idea of her (we weren't seeing each other anymore).
There was this redbush named Mikki. She was hot as hell, and totally nutz.
Somebody found their present on the shelf above the TeeVee. I'm being poked and prodded to give up the secret. I'm gonna be black and blue tomorrow.
I would have put a hatchet into that liberal cunt's skull had I even come within arms length.
I just started yelling "La Migra" at the hundreds of spic welfare recipients gathered on my sidewalk, lol, it's amazing how fast they can load those pickup trucks.
Do you know about this box I found? All Jim will say is wait and see. If it's what I think it is it might go a long way to calming my sons down but knowing Jim it will probably only enrage them more about what I'm doing. I've only got about a month more before I can file and get on with our lives.
I wish you could have seen Jim rollerskate back in the late 70s when I first saw him. He was very good. He could skate like a figure skater on TV and all the girls would swoon over him including my little sister. It was disgusting. He would usually skate with this tall elegant older girl with short brown hair. She was beautiful.
He told me they only skated together. I don't think I believe him. After I finally got his attention he'd take me to a little rink in New Haven to practice on Saturday afternoon so we could show off on Friday nights.
We're being mocked and laughed at. I think the eggnog's workin'. I hope Sling Blade is careful with the bottle I dropped of earlier this week. He's young enough to get another kid. Gal's love that stuff. I got pretty hammered up on it once. It took methadone to break that hangover.
I think I better prescribe a change in medication for my patient. Maybe stevia kool-aid and Stoli. I need to remember to get some aspirin and water down her neck before bed.
It's a mistake to try to keep up with me. At my level, this is a profession, not to mention I've got 140 pounds on her.
I've got a medic down. I got her upstairs, tucked in, a wastebasket next to her side of the bed, the bathroom light on and the door cracked so she can see it.
Been down this road more than twice. The last time was a 21 or so gal at a party across the street that was way too drunk to do anything let alone drive that followed me home.
One time at Spudz (dive bar) me and John (the bartender's BF) took a young gal home to her mother's trailer in New Haven. He drove her and her 5.0 Mustang to the trailer. She wouldn't let us access her phone to call her mother. We damn near froze to death waiting for her mom to get home.
Later that winter, I made the mistake of getting in that car with her. I'm lucky to be alive.
I hope Doc doesn't remember anything that went on tonight and isn't too incapacitated tomorrow. Saturday night and Sunday are about the only time we have to spend together.
I hope Doc doesn't remember anything that went on tonight and isn't too incapacitated tomorrow. Saturday night and Sunday are about the only time we have to spend together.
Warm blankets work miracles, as does a tall travel mug full of icewater to rehydrate. As for me, I'm calling the police in eight minutes if these assholes don't shut it down. Past experience tells me they are not open to reasonable requests.