Archive for August, 2005

Fags caused the hurricane.

August 31st, 2005 – 7:46 pm
Tagged as: Political

At least that’s what Repent America is attributing the disaster to.
“Just days before “Southern Decadence”, an annual homosexual celebration attracting tens of thousands of people to the French Quarters section of New Orleans, an act of God destroys the city.
“Let us pray for those ravaged by this disaster. However, we must not forget that the [...]

It’s the dissapointment that comes with flat soda.

August 31st, 2005 – 1:30 am
Tagged as: Observational

The internet doesn’t move fast enough for me.
I find myself just killing time surfing, waiting for something to happen.
Perhaps someone will IM me! Perhaps someone will leave a comment on my blog or myspace! Perhaps someone will post a comment on another blog!
But alas, just like walking around downtown, praying I will run into someone [...]

Motorcycle awareness for drivers.

August 23rd, 2005 – 9:08 pm
Tagged as: Observational

A fellow motorcyclist and friend, Billy Barule posted this:
“Please, please, please . . .
- Before you use your windshield washer fluid,
- Before you throw a cigarette out of your window (which you shouldn’t be doing anyway, but that’s a rant for a different day),
LOOK FOR A MOTORCYCLIST!!!
And also remember: We can accelerate faster than [...]

Just call me “Toilet Duck”

August 14th, 2005 – 5:06 am
Tagged as: Story

It’s Saturday night.
My friends are hanging out at the 24 hour truck stop diner. They called me to ask where I was.
My girlfriend just called me to say that she’s getting together with her co-workers for wings and a movie, and I should come over.
And me?
I’m at home cleaning my toilet.

Good times.

I’m sure to piss off someone larger than me with this…

August 8th, 2005 – 1:21 am
Tagged as: Observational

I came across this… not my words, but I like the train of thought…

“If “motorcycling” means putting on a costume and riding a few hundred slow, wobbly miles a year on hopelessly impractical equipment, than it really isn’t any kind of endeavor that deserves respect, attention or protection, any more than getting drunk while dressed [...]