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TB,
How good is that. Bollocks was right all along when he said that they make such a thing.
Got to get me some and try it. Full report once done.
Cheers Gaz
December 19, 2011 at 12:26 pm in reply to: Motorcyclists to pay less for green slips from next year #213413That’s good news, I will save $91. My 1584cc Pig will be cheaper than a 1126cc to 1325cc beast. Go figure
I went to the doctor’s office the other day & found out that my new doctor is a young female & drop-dead gorgeous!
I was embarrassed, but she said, “Don’t worry,I’m a Professional – I’ve seen it all before.Just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll “check it out.”
I said. “My wife thinks my penis tastes funny.”
Mick, I’m beginning to wonder if I will ever see this bike. Sent the bloke a message after the auction and he told me he would call me yesterday. Thus far, heard nothing. Sealed the deal at $685 so the cap has to be worth around $680 I reckon.
Gaz
Not a collector, just a cheap run around on the property for when I have to round up the kids on their bikes. Can’t say I’m looking forward to meeting this Guy though.
Well this old classic now belongs to an Old Bull. It will do the job nicely at the Owls Nest.
Gaz
Having trouble attaching photos of the tank here. Any clues would be good
A WOMAN’S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand..
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.A MAN’S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.A Catholic Priest, an Indian Doctor, a Chinese Businessman, and an Aussie Bricklayer, were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers in front of them.
The Aussie fumed, ‘What’s with those bastards? We must have been waiting for fifteen minutes!’
The Indian Doctor chimed in, ‘I don’t know, but I’m losing my patience!’
The Chinese Businessman called out ‘Move it, time is money!’
The Catholic Priest said, ‘Here comes George the greens keeper. Let’s have a word with him.’
‘Hello, George!’, said the Catholic Priest, ‘What’s wrong with that group ahead of us? They’re rather slow, aren’t they?’
George the greens keeper replied, ‘Oh, yes. That’s a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year. We are forever grateful. We always let them play for free anytime.’
The group fell silent for a moment.
The Catholic Priest was the first to speak, and said, ‘That’s so sad. God forgive us. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.’
The Indian Doctor said, ‘Vishnu, I repent. Good idea priest. I will also contact my ophthalmologist colleague and see if there’s anything he can do for them..’
The Chinese Businessman replied, ‘I’m writing a cheque at this very moment.
$50,000 to these brave souls.’The Aussie bricklayer said, ‘Why can’t they play at night?’
The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited. Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on productive salesmanship.
Little Sally led off: “I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30,” she said proudly, “My sales approach was to appeal to the customer’s civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success.” “Very good,” said the teacher.
Little Mary was next: “I sold magazines,” she said, “I made $45 and I explained to everyone that magazines would keep them up on current events.” “Very good, Mary” said the teacher
Eventually, it was Little Johnny’s turn. The teacher held her breath … Little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box full of cash on the teacher’s desk. “$2,467,” he said. “$2,467!” cried the teacher, “What in the world were you selling?”
“Toothbrushes,” said Little Johnny.
“Toothbrushes!” echoed the teacher, “How could you possibly sell enough tooth brushes to make that much money?”
“I found the busiest corner in town,” said Little Johnny. “I set up a Dip & Chip stand and gave everybody who walked by a free sample.” They all said the same thing, “Hey, this tastes like dog Crap!” Then I would say, “It is dog Crap. Wanna’ buy a toothbrush?” “I used the Gillard approach of giving you something Crappy for free, and then making you pay to get the taste out of your mouth.”
Bags and racks SOLD
Jeffro,
Love the ADV riding mate. Just unloading some stuff before I offer the DRZ for sale as well. Will be looking shortly for a new steed however, the kit I’m selling won’t fit the new bike.
Gaz
A 7 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.
‘You know what?’ says the 7 year old, ‘I think it’s about time we started
swearing.’The 4 year old nods his head in approval, so the 7 year old says, ‘When we
go downstairs for breakfast I’m gonna swear first, then you swear after me,
ok?’‘Ok’ the 4 year old, agrees with enthusiasm..
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants for
breakfast.‘Oh, shit mum, I don’t know, I suppose I’ll have some Coco Pops’
WHACK!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up,
and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.She looked at the 4 year old and asked with a stern voice, ‘And what do
YOU want for breakfast, young man?’‘I don’t know,’ he blubbers, ‘but it won’t be fucking Coco Pops’
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