Just about to don Finlands finest....and that's just to go to the garage and get the bike out.
I'm going out, I may be some time.
I'm going out, I may be some time.
Pah! The fucktard posse has gone from 4 to 2......adventure bikings had its day I tell ye.
What are hipsters like, are they man enough to ride in the rain?
If I hear one more call of 'good breakfast' I'll feckin' kill ye.
The hairy Wookie I arrived with snaffled the last one......'we've run out of bacon and sausages, you'll have to order something else'......'then can I have three poached eggs on three slices of toast please'.......'no, we've just run out of eggs as well'
FFS, how can a transport cafe run out of food at 10.30 in the bloody morning