The roads were made for cars bitches!!! Props for getting some exercise but stay in the parks, you bike riding fags.!
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Driving me crazy!!
The roads were made for cars bitches!!! Props for getting some exercise but stay in the parks, you bike riding fags.!
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A bitch about cyclists. How novel and creative.And referring to cyclists as fags – brilliant.Hey OP – we don’t take kindly to social ignorance ’round here.
Git ‘im, Skeeter!!
Actually, boss, the roads were made for horses. Originally, that is. Then cars took over. Maybe now bike riding fags are taking over.
Aaaahahaha… who’s the fag now, bitch? Giddyup…
I have enjoyed bike riding fag status for some 7 years now. And I have enjoyed quite a few nice tropical vacations as a direct result of my bike riding faggery. I think bike riding faggery might be on the upswing, much to the OP’s annoyance.
I particularly enjoy faggotry while riding my bike. I mean my Mike.
Jammie, is there a distinction to be made between faggery and faggotry?
Since when did cigarettes ride bikes?
Hmmm good question miranda. Maybe faggery would be the “lifestyle” and faggotry would be the act?I do get a good laugh when I see people riding their bikes with a cigarette hanging out of their mouths, PDG.
Beaten to the punch again. Had a brilliant “how the fuck does bike riding make you a fag?” comment, but I think its been covered. And if you were in the park, you’d bitch they were there, or on a sidewalk. So I guess the fags should just stick to stationary bikes, eh? Dickwad….
Actually roads are meant for trees, or at least the ground under them. But thats another topic.I personally consider any e-gangster who refers to himself as “the Boss” online a homo. Probablly an overweight white guy with a goatee and slanted hat. But doesn’t think to put that shit down low.
How much ya wanna bet the OP drives a Ford 350 with tractor tires and flames painted on the side?
LOL @ the bad guy!the OP probably considers any guy who wipes his mouth with a napkin rather than his sleeve a “fag”.
I find the “streets are for cars” argument interesting. I mean public roads go way back, thousands of years before the invention of the car. They’ve been for pedestrians, for horses, for stagecoaches, driving cattle, all sorts of things. But now they’re only for cars. Interesting, that.
Call me crazy, but I prefer to drive my cattle on the grassy knolls rather than city streets. There was a cow patty *incident* that I’d rather not discuss.
Tasha, you’re crazy. But tell us about the patty incident anyway.
Bruce Springsteen is ashamed to now be associated with the OP.
Note to self: must get seat for bicycle and start wearing pants while riding in public.
Well…Daisy Mae (my favourite Holstein) was making her way down Hollis St minding her own business, when some slag in a pickup truck pointed and laughed at Daisy’s leggings. You see, Daisy had a penchant for spandex; she said it made her look more shapely. This particular day, she was wearing the white ones, which I must admit made her shanks look HUGE…Anyway, a bitchfight ensued, and you guessed it….some poop was flung. (There was a guy who was watching them from a second-floor apt. and I think he was wanking….he was one of those freeky poop-o-philes…but anyway, I digress) Long story short, after we were banned from the entire street, Daisy sunk into a deep depression and took her own life with a meat grinder. But luckily, I was able to cash in by making several Burberry knock-off handbags from her hide, and the nimble use of a be-dazzler.
Great story, Tash… Do you mind if I replay it later in my mind for a bit of self-pleasuring. You see I am a bit of a poop-o-file myself.
Bedazzler? Niiiiiiice.Was any beach balls used in this fight? Those are apparently quite lethal. I’m always packing, give me 75-seconds to blow it up and you’re a dead man
Now THAT is how you weave threads together.Bravo, Tasha. I like your style on the coast.I’d like to start a “Roads Are For Cows” movement. Who’s with me?!?! Yeeeehaw!
As long as I can take my Ostrich I plan on stealing from Oakland farm zoo on.And if anyone hears a report of a missing ostrich, you better not tell them it was me!
Well if send a posse out after you, don’t try to hide your head in the sand. That’s the first place they’ll look.
If “they” send… Duh.
Funny stuff this. I needed a good laugh. I’m sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks. Thanks to all!
Well shucks, I aim to please…speaking of, I got this from the Bedazzler website: “Just place, push and pop!” I thought that advice might come in handy when Floyd is *ahem* coming-in-hand-y.
Actually, I’m a crusty kleenex guy, but thanks for the tip…