bigbear
Mar 12th, 2008, 6:50 pm
A while back I bought a BMW motorsickel and joined this here club. Well, I learned that I need to wear a helmet. Well, I just happened to have to have a really good one. I only wore it 11 games my 4th year in high school. The problem is the wind whistles real loud in the ear holes. I fixed that, I duck tape them holes.
I also learned that I need boots. Well, I went down to the Army/Navy store and bought me a shiny new pair. The problem was that they hurt my feet when I walked. I fixed that, I put gravel in em. They are smooth now.
Well here is my big problem. The other day I was at the store and these guys rode in on these really shiny, loud motorsickles. They had bandanas on their heads, and leather chaps. They looked like cowboys ifin they had a hat. They had pictures drawn on their arms. A couple had girls on their motorsickels, with bandanas wrapped around their chests. I bet they got goose bumps.
I got to talking to them and showed them my BMW. They asked if riddin it was fun. I said it was pretty fun, but I hadn’t had it long. I was still learnin.
Well they tell me that if I wanted to have fun, I needed to ride hogs and pick up chicks. Well when I got home I pondered this wisdom. I went out back and got Suzie Q. She’s a big ole spotted sow that’s really gentle. I got on her and rode over to the chicken coop. Ever time I reached down to pick up a chick, I fell off Suzie Q and the moma hens would come peck me.
I know there are a lot of smart people that writes in on this web site, and can you tell me if I’m doing sumpin wrong. Riding hogs and pickin up chicks ain’t fun at all. As a matter of fact, it hurts when I hit the ground and the hens peck me.
I think I had rather ride my BMW.
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I also learned that I need boots. Well, I went down to the Army/Navy store and bought me a shiny new pair. The problem was that they hurt my feet when I walked. I fixed that, I put gravel in em. They are smooth now.
Well here is my big problem. The other day I was at the store and these guys rode in on these really shiny, loud motorsickles. They had bandanas on their heads, and leather chaps. They looked like cowboys ifin they had a hat. They had pictures drawn on their arms. A couple had girls on their motorsickels, with bandanas wrapped around their chests. I bet they got goose bumps.
I got to talking to them and showed them my BMW. They asked if riddin it was fun. I said it was pretty fun, but I hadn’t had it long. I was still learnin.
Well they tell me that if I wanted to have fun, I needed to ride hogs and pick up chicks. Well when I got home I pondered this wisdom. I went out back and got Suzie Q. She’s a big ole spotted sow that’s really gentle. I got on her and rode over to the chicken coop. Ever time I reached down to pick up a chick, I fell off Suzie Q and the moma hens would come peck me.
I know there are a lot of smart people that writes in on this web site, and can you tell me if I’m doing sumpin wrong. Riding hogs and pickin up chicks ain’t fun at all. As a matter of fact, it hurts when I hit the ground and the hens peck me.
I think I had rather ride my BMW.
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