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“Cuts, scrapes, bruises… all in a day’s riding. Then it’s off for some good german beer in a local biergarten.” Munich, Germany

9 thoughts on “All it needs…

  1. reminds me of t.s.o.l.’s code blue:

    Middle of the night so silently
    I creep on over to the mortuary
    Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
    Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
    ‘Cause I can do what I want and they won’t complain
    I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead

    what are those freaks called? the ones that get off fucking corpses? necrophilics…..sick shit.

  2. i totally thought those girls were manikins. i kid-you-not. they look dead to me. i think i need 1) glasses for the computer, and 2) to stfu for a minute.

  3. You see, everything is better with BACON!

    I’m sure you all knew this, but this is further proof for sure.

  4. what kind of dipshit keeps his fuckin’ maxim mags under the bacon? not me, bros. i keep my fuckin’ maxims up high in my shirt so the collar stays popped. you know, if you rolled up a fuckin’ maxim, one of those dickhead frat girls could wear it as a tube dress, all whitney-winehouse-crack-smoothie-neck-leather style. seriously, though, i break arms when my fuckin’ maxims get missing, so don’t touch them. yo – i’m fuckin’ hungry–anyboney got a fuckin’ maxim? or a fuckin’ jeep or summin? fuckin’ maybe some creatine poppers? a fuckin’ 45 lb plate? fuckin’ maxim? summin? uh. . . . guys? hellooooooooooo. . . . .?