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mrstompy wrote:is she lying? is this crap actually any good?
I havent had leathers long enough to say what i reckon about it.

I've had my leathers for, ummm, some time now ( ) and can't ever recall cleaning them. I find that the bugs help hold them together.

I dont treat my leather jacket.... when was the last time you saw a leaky cow? Never... Well... actually once... but that was for anudder reason...

Stereo wrote:I dont treat my leather jacket.... when was the last time you saw a leaky cow? Never... Well... actually once... but that was for anudder reason...

never had a wet steak either...must be cos the leather doesnt leak??

aardvark wrote:Other than the one I squirted with a hose that time.... I've never seen a bee out in the rain!

Well here you go, your first bee in the rain.
Don't mistake that bee fur as being wet either, this bee is from manchester and it's a punk bee.

They look kinda cute like that.

some years back I was traveling up the SE freeway here and a police car in pursuit of a felon came screaming up behind me, far in excess of the speed limit. Now ordinarily this isn't a problem, as I keep a close eye on the mirrors and can spot trouble coming my way. I moved over, but as the car passed the turbulence it created dislodged a "Bee" from a bottle-brush tree and sucked it out into my lane. Said bee slipped between glove and jacket and proceeded to sting me on the wrist, causing me to jerk the bars, which then set up a mild speed wobble that then dislodged a slab of stubbies that I had tenuously lashed to the rear seat with an ocky strap. I brought the bike back under control but the slab met the road with predictable consequences. In hindsight I realize that cans would have been more practical to ferry in such a manner, but I was young, trusted the police to protect me and my cheaper stubbies and had no concept of the lateral wind shear forces that could dislodge angry bees from freeway bushes.

I went to the Holland Park police station and reported the incident to the desk Sargent. He gave the run-a-round, bees are not our responsibility he claimed and the car I had described was not one of their local patrols but a D car from in town. I went higher, to the major crime squad in the then Hershel street headquarters. I wasn't looking for any punitive judgments against the two detectives in question, all I wanted was my beer back! It was Friday evening by this stage and the party I was to attend was well under way.

Well I missed the party, didn't meet the girl of my dreams or that bloke with a great job opportunity that would have set me up for life. Now I'm just a has-been, eaking out an existence from the scraps of society, my life in tatters due to the reckless actions of a public officer. Such is the case as I will present it at my supreme court hearing next month. In the meanwhile nothing has been done to warn the general public about these wind anomalies, nothing has been done to screen freeways against noxious insects and the liquor industry refuses to comply with my request to lobby for laws that will prohibit the sale of bottled alcohol to occupants of vehicles with a GVM less than 400kg. Here I figured the Harley riders would flaunt any law regardless, and that the wing riders deserved whatever happened to their beer"

chameleon wrote:some years back I was traveling up the SE freeway here and a police car in pursuit of a felon came screaming up behind me, far in excess of the speed limit. Now ordinarily this isn't a problem, as I keep a close eye on the mirrors and can spot trouble coming my way. I moved over, but as the car passed the turbulence it created dislodged a "Bee" from a bottle-brush tree and sucked it out into my lane. Said bee slipped between glove and jacket and proceeded to sting me on the wrist, causing me to jerk the bars, which then set up a mild speed wobble that then dislodged a slab of stubbies that I had tenuously lashed to the rear seat with an ocky strap. I brought the bike back under control but the slab met the road with predictable consequences. In hindsight I realize that cans would have been more practical to ferry in such a matter, but I was young, trusted the police to protect me and my cheaper stubbies and had no concept of the the lateral wind shear forces that could dislodge angry bees from freeway bushes.

I went to the Holland Park police station and reported the incident to the desk Sargent. He gave the run-a-round, bees are not our responsibility he claimed and the car I had described was not one of their local patrols but a D car from in town. I went higher, to the major crime squad in the then Hershel street headquarters. I wasn't looking for any punitive judgments against the two detectives in question, all I wanted was my beer back! It was Friday evening by this stage and the party I was to attend was well under way.

Well I missed the party, didn't meet the girl of my dreams or that bloke with a great job opportunity that would have set me up for life. Now I'm just has-been, eking out an existence from the scraps of society, my life in tatters due to the reckless actions of a public officer. Such is the case as I will present it at my supreme court hearing next month. In the meanwhile nothing has been done to warn the general public about these wind anomalies, nothing has been done to screen freeways against noxious insects and the liquor industry refuses to comply with my request to lobby for laws that will prohibit the sale of bottled alcohol to occupants vehicles of a GVM less than 400kg. Here I figured the Harley riders would flaunt any law regardless, and that the wing riders deserved whatever happened to their beer"

GOLD!!!

Hahahahaha.... you idiot.

hehehee what a CORKER!

Such a tragedy...

Did any of the beer survive?

Cops should've fined you for littering ya bastard

here is an identikit I made of the bee that Rammed me.
It's not to scale, but not far off I don't think.

Here is another bee, for the perverts here that are always looking for something with a twisted angle.

BRAVO to the lizard with big boogly eyes and the long tongue BRAVO !

And Gos ya Dickhead , everyone knows ya will rot in stiches in Dublin . Geezus , what a F#@kwit you are

chameleon wrote:here is an identikit I made of the bee that Rammed me.
It's not to scale, but not far off I don't think.

mwahahaha now THAT is gold....