Guest Gurt Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 Seems like all the little spunk-dump, 17year old, fuck faces round here have joined some sort of parody of The Hells Angels. Little cunts riding round en mass pulling fucking wheelies like they're on Streethawk. After hearing the fuckers talking to each other at cunting 1am, it seems that they are emulating the speech of their heroe, the famously cabbaged Eddie Kidd. Fucking sound of them makes my sphincter clench from a mile away. Have readied a nice piece of piano wire so me and the neighbours can have a game of 5 a side with their heads. Let's hope I don't take out a Romanian driving for dominoescunts... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 Twas ever thus, gurt. These little scratters were belting around on fizzys when I was a kid, the current lot are probably the grandchildren of the cunts my parents used to moan about. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Bill Stickers Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 WE ARE THE MODSWE ARE THE MODSWE ARE WE ARE WE ARE THE MODS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 I always fancied rebuilding a Lambretta when I was a young cunt. An old mate had a 175 left in his garage from the mid-sixties, but I lost interest and rebuilt an old Triumph Trophy 650 instead. A proper bloke's bike. These plastic rice-rocket heaps of shite are ridden by the type of wanker-haircut arse-candles that need their fucking clackerbag scythed off and then drop-kicked into a fucking bark-stripper. I've shat out chicken dopiazas that go faster than these benefits-dependent mong chariots. It should be made law that you flatten these bastards out on the road. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Snatch Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 I always fancied rebuilding a Lambretta when I was a young cunt. An old mate had a 175 left in his garage from the mid-sixties, but I lost interest and rebuilt an old Triumph Trophy 650 instead. A proper bloke's bike. These plastic rice-rocket heaps of shite are ridden by the type of wanker-haircut arse-candles that need their fucking clackerbag scythed off and then drop-kicked into a fucking bark-stripper. I've shat out chicken dopiazas that go faster than these benefits-dependent mong chariots. It should be made law that you flatten these bastards out on the road. What,no fire Rev? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 Seems like all the little spunk-dump, 17year old, fuck faces round here have joined some sort of parody of The Hells Angels. Little cunts riding round en mass pulling fucking wheelies like they're on Streethawk. After hearing the fuckers talking to each other at cunting 1am, it seems that they are emulating the speech of their heroe, the famously cabbaged Eddie Kidd. Fucking sound of them makes my sphincter clench from a mile away. Have readied a nice piece of piano wire so me and the neighbours can have a game of 5 a side with their heads. Let's hope I don't take out a Romanian driving for dominoescunts...Get their addresses, and find some local gyppoes to relieve them of their silver dream racers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 WE ARE THE MODSWE ARE THE MODSWE ARE WE ARE WE ARE THE MODSThanks Ace Face Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Bill Stickers Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 (edited) Thanks Ace FaceAnother verbal duel successfully won. Touche. Edited June 22, 2015 by bill_stickers error Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 Another verbal duel successfully won. Touche.What??????? How do you work that out? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rick_B Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 I don't understand why these things are being called mopeds, they're scooters. The word moped derives from motor and pedal, motorised pedal cycles. Like so If it aint got pedals, it aint a moped. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Bill Stickers Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 Your brilliant and relevant comment has left me utterly stumped.I mean... ace face. Truly inspired. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 What,no fire Rev?Yeah, sorry Snatchers. Once you've reversed over the bastards until your suspension can detect no obstruction impeding it's progress, why not pour a litre or two of forecourt 98 RON on the fucker's screaming remains, light a match or flip open your Zippo to complete the project and flambé the cunt. You know it makes sense. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 I don't understand why these things are being called mopeds, they're scooters. The word moped derives from motor and pedal, motorised pedal cycles. Like so If it aint got pedals, it aint a moped.It might also be that kids moped around on them. Miserable little cunts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev Posted June 22, 2015 Report Share Posted June 22, 2015 I don't understand why these things are being called mopeds, they're scooters. The word moped derives from motor and pedal, motorised pedal cycles. Like soThat looks like a Triumph Thunderbird above that monstrosity. Absolute cunt of a bike.If it aint got pedals, it aint a moped. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Lady Penelope Posted June 23, 2015 Report Share Posted June 23, 2015 It would be 1969. I was at the top of a steep hill admiring the view and during the long minutes that followed I heard the sound of a little two stroke engine struggling away, the sound gradually became louder and louder and after what seems hours a Raleigh runabout came into view and riding it was a bloated woman who must have weighed at least 25 stone. God knows how the brakes held her as she made the descent the other side of the hill, but the road that side was straight and I wached her descend and she certainly made it to to bottom astride that poor little moped. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Drew P Pissflaps Posted July 13, 2015 Report Share Posted July 13, 2015 1969? Fucking hell, in 1969 I was swimming towards an egg, well at least part of me was. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 1969? Fucking hell, in 1969 I was swimming towards an egg, well at least part of me was.A young'un then, Drew? You young types are always in a rush, why is that? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DingTheRioja Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 A young'un then, Drew? You young types are always in a rush, why is that?To get away from the old cunts who stink of piss....Fizzies were fucking ace... Had an unrestricted one, it was the time when the new ones were all being restricted... flying up and down the lanes, across the quarry tops... scaring the shit out of yourself with semi-bald road tyres on the edge of the cliff......helmet? Helmets were for POOFS! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 To get away from the old cunts who stink of piss.... These things happen as we get older. Lecherous geezers like myself enjoy admiring fit young women as they frolic about in their tight fitting clothes wondering if they've ever considered the embrace of an older partner, but I digress. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DingTheRioja Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 These things happen as we get older. Lecherous geezers like myself enjoy admiring fit young women as they frolic about in their tight fitting clothes wondering if they've ever considered the embrace of an older partner, but I digress. Just to set the record straight.. it's not just you old farts who have that idea either.......just make sure that they have a driving licence so it's not an Uncle Jimmy jobbie... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 Just to set the record straight.. it's not just you old farts who have that idea either.......just make sure that they have a driving licence so it's not an Uncle Jimmy jobbie...claiming senility is no longer a defense? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DingTheRioja Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 claiming senility is no longer a defense?senility is not a defence for where you put that finger... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted July 14, 2015 Report Share Posted July 14, 2015 That cunt Savile ruined everything. It's where you can't even get old and suffer memory loss and enjoy slipping a cheeky finger without punishment. My paternal grandfather was lucky, he violated all of his nurses at his care centre before kicking off, and they all found it cute. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Gong Farmer Posted July 15, 2015 Report Share Posted July 15, 2015 (edited) I always fancied rebuilding a Lambretta when I was a young cunt. An old mate had a 175 left in his garage from the mid-sixties, but I lost interest and rebuilt an old Triumph Trophy 650 instead. A proper bloke's bike. These plastic rice-rocket heaps of shite are ridden by the type of wanker-haircut arse-candles that need their fucking clackerbag scythed off and then drop-kicked into a fucking bark-stripper. I've shat out chicken dopiazas that go faster than these benefits-dependent mong chariots. It should be made law that you flatten these bastards out on the road. I've just sold my 1964 Lambretta LI 125/175. I bought it about ten years ago in Amsterdam, a barn find, and did a complete rebuild and pimp up on it. I' sold it last week to finance a 1969 Vespa 50's, all original except that I've increased the engine capacity to 90cc with a 19/19 carb and big bore sports exhaust to make it buzz louder and go bit faster. Love the Lambrettas still but can't stand the utter cunts that get on the scooter ralllies nowadays, middle aged born again scooterist cunts acting up like they were 17 years old again while they're away from their wives for the weekend, they've all been out of the scene for twenty five years but strangely seem to know it all, fucking twats and I'm out of it because of them. The Lammy was good for long distance rallying, the vespa on the other hand is good for going down to the local coffee shop to pick up my stash of weed. Fuck scooter rallies and the 'born again' cunts that now contaminate them with their sheer cuntery and 'credit card built' scooters that they pretend to but know absolutely nothing about. Edited July 15, 2015 by Gong Farmer Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cuntspotter Posted July 15, 2015 Report Share Posted July 15, 2015 Peanut machines. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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