Tiger Tiger

what means "hereforth"

 

Well, Wayne, rationally as far as this thread is concerned anyway.

 

like now........ I believe I can fly!!!!!!!! Longs BBQ/birthday ride proved that one....... new rear tire arrived today, front one is in transit.my lady will have new rubber come friday.. hairpins look out I'm gonna make you straight..............

 

It can all be reduced down to gobbly gook. My father was on the subway back when the Russians did the Sputnik launch. He heard some vagrant say, "Sputnik Mutnik, What does it all mean". Thats as abtuse as this post is. Kinda genuis too. Buh Bye CheersssssSSSSSSSS

 

abuse papoose there is no such thing as abuse on this thread. This thread is all things , yet it is nothing. so Take your sputnik and I raise you a Gerakl'.........

 

Why are there no bones in bananas?

 

same reason that chicken sticks to the pan when you fry it

 

Have we forgotten the Tiger? Only bad fortune can result to those who do!

And why is it called a boner, if there's no bone in it?

 

Her fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall lightly to the floor, exposing her ample, heaving bosoms. Bosoms that were barely contained by her thin, lacy bra...

 

GeraklSubsonic rocket launch aircraft. Loaded mass 900,000 kg. NPO Molniya-1000 cargo aircraft, catamaran layout, twin-fuselage triplane. Release conditions: Suspended load, 450,000 kg, 900 kph at 9,500 m altitude. Effective velocity gain compared to vertical launch 270 m/s. Ok so I am slowly getting the jist of thangs, I then say to you, GerakL Schmeckle, wut does it all mean. In the end we are gona go back to hand cranking our cars, kick starting our bikes, and dragging our wimmins by their hair like a proper Cro-Mag would do. Love, Knuckle Dragger from Hell...

 

I totaly agree, when the market for new and improved satellite systems falls so will the satellites. we are gonna be rained on from above. by silly ass stuff that was shot up into the heavens by our fathers... I mean do YOU want to get hit int he head by TerraStar1.7.5 tons of electronic Crap......thats why I prefer non computer operated motorcycles

 

................she knew what she was doing was wrong, but seemed unable to stop herself. The combination of the strange hypnotic music and the unknown substance she had consumed earlier were both now in full effect. Without realizing it, she had smeared her lipstick in a tiny smudge below her lower lip, and this served to give her the appearance of a pout...almost as if she had taken a sharp blow to the mouth, but not so hard as to actually bleed. The room fairly reeked of her fragrance, a mixture of sweat and her perfume creating a cloying, close, acrid scent. A scent amplified by the cordite stench slowly emanating from the pistol barrel..................

 

Cosmically far out DUDE!!! Sounds like an episode of Dead Like Me a show time series from a few years back, where the leading lady got beaned on the head by Soviet zero G toilet seat the fell from the heavens. She kinda got re-born into a grim reaper for the rest of the show. Very Kewel show btw. I just added two washers to my carberators and got an extra 10 mph on the top end. Try that with your computerized bikes. Saying this with a smile of course, computers are here to stay, what can you do. My wine is getting warm, or was it bier? or Beir. I am dislexic dont poke funeeee

 

ho many panckes does it take to cover a dog house if I was standing over here and you were over there, there wouldn't be any chicken bones, as I screamed at my wife why is there no water in the pool?

 

With things coming in and out of focus, and her head pulsing its ache behind her left ear, the thought crossed her mind that perhaps there were other reasons she could dredge up for not killing him, that is, other than the obvious one she was currently staring at. He was, after all, not the worst looking person, and he did have a sweet motorcycle. Okay, three things in his favor, she thought, stepping out of the skirt around her feet..................

 

:boobies4:hoto::jaw:op2:op2:op2:op2:op2:op2:

 

................within herself, in a dark recess, she was questioning her sanity. There was no doubt in her mind that this cretin would get what he wanted, and in a very detached fashion, she was ready to deliver. It seemed impossible with all the things that she knew that this could come to pass this way. She knew what Drewl thought, and she knew that Badbilly never comes to Kalamazoo. It made no sense that ToeCutter and Long were both there, in the back of her mind, ready with what they had to say about Bear and Reggie and the things they had done. It didnt matter anyway, this was right here, right now, and she was tired, she stank, and she wanted this to happen................

 

...........Her hair, hanging in ringlets that fell just below her light brown skinned shoulders, was stuck in places by the perspiration from her previous exertions, and along with various other stray hairs plastered to her skin, gave the impression that she should perhaps clean up a bit. She didnt care, and it didnt matter. Nobody can ride a bike that freakin fast with full leathers on and look any other way. The skirt was now bunched up like a shop rag in the corner. How she dresses under her gear is nobody's damn business anyway. That was hours ago, and no one was the wiser. Now her vision was clearing, but her breathing was not slowing down, not one bit, and a tiny rivulet of sweat ran down her chest, crossed in between its natural geographic barriers, and started down toward her belly button...............

 

the tiger hath turneth....................

Bear put awy the wifes romance novels.............and staep away from the bookshelf SLOWLY..........:rambo: