Originally Posted by
Mental
All right, the lot of you beer-swilling, can-chuckin' mullet-sportin' reprobates listen up and listen good. What you, a pair of clippers and you best drinking buddy do in the back of that El Camino up on blocks is your personal busness to be kept between you, him, and the old lady in the trailer park with the binoculars. But I have worked hard here to establish a reputation as a passive, intelligent, grounded, and sane member of this message board and a proper represenative of lawbiding members of the motorcycling community at large, and I will not stand to have it tarnished here by the likes of you. You pervs leave me out of your sick world. There are two things that clearly differentiate the human species from animals. One, we use cutlery. Two, we're capable of controlling our sexual urges. Now, you might be an exception, but don't drag me down into your private Hell. Anyone who has met me or read any of my post knows that I routinely take the high road, aviod starting trouble, obey speed limits and always arrive promptly on time. The only thing I would change about my reputation if I could would be my well-deserved repuation of having bad hair. But thats not the piont. The piont is you creeps leave me out of your Micheal Phelps, "I wish he would puff on my bong," areo-dynamic fantasies.
Carry on.