Monday, 21 November 2011
This Week's Cling On Girl...
The following link contains frontal nudity, and exposior of genetals!
! ! ! Now you are warned ! ! !
Saturday, 19 November 2011
How F**cking Inspirational!!!
How F**cking Inspirational!!!
Be a knife! Penetrate the world!
Don't Hesitate To Get Out There....
Back From The Workshop
There she lies, in a pool of her own pis! Beaten and bruised from 34 years of hard labour, she have finally taken her last breath....
The new 31mm Keihin CR Carps are taking over, where Mrs. Old and busted could not keep up! And F**ck it looks good!
Friday, 18 November 2011
Off To The Workshop
Some may hit the town, but I am off to the workshop!
The old standard CB750 carps will be sacrificed to the goods of speed tonight, and four brand new, strait out of the box (literary!!!), Keihin 31mm CR Carbs will be the new lungs of my bikes. And I can't wait to get the fucker running again....
....It is alive! IT IS ALIVE!!!
The old standard CB750 carps will be sacrificed to the goods of speed tonight, and four brand new, strait out of the box (literary!!!), Keihin 31mm CR Carbs will be the new lungs of my bikes. And I can't wait to get the fucker running again....
....It is alive! IT IS ALIVE!!!
The Monster Will Breat Again Soon
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
My New Favourite Band
Title: "Young Man Dead"
Band: The Black Angels
Album: Passover (2006)
Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let’s go.
Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way.
And when you find a piece of them in your site,
fire at will, don’t you waste no time
Another thought of the unaware,
Addiction in disguise
With a drop of blood,
you will take them out, for me
Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let’s go.
Fire for real; Yeah shoot to kill with no aim!
Head for the hills, yes eyes on the camp fire glow.
Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.
And outta black, a figure forms… A soldier in the sky.
With a drop of love trying to set you free.
Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let’s go.
We did our jobs, pick up speed now let’s move.
The trees can’t grow, without the sun in their eyes.
And we can’t live if we’re too afraid to die.
Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you’re too slow.
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.
Hire only thieves to steal the thought from our heads.
Dead Weight
What do you call a person traveling 100 miles per hour?
...::: Dead weight :::...
Too late to Cling on for dear life!?!
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