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what do i do fella’s…
its been 3 weeks since i broke 3 ribs on the kato.
my best friend, johnny walker, reckons i’ll be right for a ride next week. he says a week per rib is heaps(i tend to agree after todays bottle)
my lovely wife though, says she will have NO sympathy for me, and even threatened to poke (
) me in the sore spots if i “come-a-gutsa”can you believe that:ohmy: :ohmy: :ohmy: :ohmy:
its a fuckin conundrum, i tell ya.
shes a cool bird, and way cooler than TB’s missus BTW.
dont get me wrong, its me who wears the pants (i even get to pick which ones too) but if i cant put them on, im fucked hey.
when ya need your arse wiped, who ya gonna call…not the fuckin ghost busters eh.:blink:
……..and she knows it!!!
at the moment its Kato 1 Vs. Menace 0.
should i even the score and risk having no jiggy-jigs for another 3 or 4 weeks if i fuck up again, (man, even moto’s pink polo shirts are starting to stir my loins)
or do i bow down to the minister of war and sorcery and keep drinking and starting my bike in the shed because i love the smell and im horny???
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm:unsure: :unsure: :unsure:
menace’o
ps;- reminds me of an A-A meeting i went to-
my name is dennis, i drink and i smoke and i need more, you fucking quitters
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AnonymousAnd one from me Too, just to keep it even numbered….Gez I’m glad I went to bed when I did, I think those canned Deers are kickin my head
… No need for them to stampede, no bush fires here??
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