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Discussion in 'The Sandbox - AKA Flatistan' started by Mugwest, Feb 5, 2012.
Fookers got enough lift to fly away...
For the Audi enthusiast...
The Assman's house...
Nice crash pad.
Are you chuckleheading it up in Yerp then?
Was until Friday. Back to reality.
A wanker sticker might have been a little different there.
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door. "Hurry!" she said, "stand in the corner."
She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."
"What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room. "Oh, it's just a statue," she replied nonchalantly.
"The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too."
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep.
Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.
"Here," he said to the 'statue', "eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths' for three days, and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water."
Now what kinda Chucklehead would put a turbo on a flathead Ford? My kinda Chucklehead!
I machined a plate once for a guy putting a turbo on a 270 Offenhauser so I’d guess anything is possible.
A guy in town turbocharged a bar stool so yes, anything is possible.
My neighbor in the campground last night was a Pima Indian, he invited me over for a beer & a shot of whikky around his campfire. I accepted, so we’re BSin’, as you do around the fire. All was well until the whikky took hold of him, and he began rambling semi-coherently. That got old fast, so I thanked him, took my leave, and jumped in my hammock.
At midnight he started with the no-shit, sho-nuff Indian war whoops, at full blast. Somewhat disconcerting. Turned into a hilarious WTF moment when the campers across the road answered his war whoops with their own drunken coyote yelps. I was laughing too hard to get my .02 in. Buncha damn Chuckleheads!
This continued just long enough for everybody in the campground to be hatin’, I have absolutely no doubt
^^^ Should'a borrowed a certain inmate's Jennay to drown out the noise.
Yeah well I would have...but he told me to keep my dickbeaters off his damn generator, see
Srsly tho, the campground was booked tholid last night, mostly tent campers but there were at least a dozen RVs, all running Jennays as there were no hookups. “Quiet time” started at 10pm, and lemme tell ya, not a single Jennay was heard after that, I was impressed with the adherence to posted rules! All the better for the whole campground to enjoy the midnight war whoops and coyote yelps
Last night’s campsite, I was hanging from a couple Ponderosa pines. I love the way those trees smell, almost like butterscotch
Saw a rider roll into Newcomb’s Ranch this AM aboard a 2020 Zero, very cool bike but only a rich Chucklehead would drop $24K on something like this:
This Chucklehead was hooning it up like a champ on Angeles Crest, ya think I’m lyin? Look at the bike. You know I ain’t lyin!
the DRZ400E is Suzuki.. but the KLX400 has a R version.. is that the E just in Kawa Green?
Yes. Suzuki and Kawasaki had an oddball relationship, where they literally swapped bikes for different plastic colors for 2 years.