also, who is gonna sell me and sally some iphones for cheap, i know there has to be some nerds on here that are gonna get the new ones. (and i'm talking for way cheaper than rando craigslist/ebay shit, we be some broke peoples)
When I was on the ferry from Nainaimo to Vancouver there was a pack of Canadian Harley dudes, which is kind of even more ridiculous, because their clothes are sparkling clean, and even though they have tattoos, you can just sense that they are polite Canadians.
There are few things I think are more indicative of a general consciousness of assholery and self-entitlement than the riding around of intensely loud motorcycles. Not only are you demonstrating that you actually could not care less about the comfort of any other person in the world--indeed, that you might not even BE AWARE of this concept--but you are demonstrating that you are actively interested in making a spectacle of yourself. These people are remnants of our savage past. I guess they like it that way.
the guy with the hog on my block is the boss of this shitty place called VALUE CAD that does bulk renderings using CAD software. what a chode! at 730 and 430 every day! ugh!! when will it start raining so these nerds will go back to driving their FJs to work.
Some wiener on a noisy dirt bike rides ON THE SIDEWALK by our babies window everyday during her naptime... occasionally waking her up. He returns after being gone for 10 minutes... presumably just keeping the engine greased up so it doesn't lie dormant in his garage.
My new boss rides a hog, and he is a tea partier. I hear the word 'obamanation' numerous times throughout the day.
The noisy thing makes a bit of sense on the highway, where being both audible and visible can save your life... but its so obnoxious in residential areas.
Do you think that, just once, you could run out of the house with an air horn when you hear them approaching.... and just blast in right in their face?
I heard a saying the other day that Harleys are machines that convert gas into noise. (full disclosure: I have a motorcycle and I enjoy riding it. It's not a Harley, though, and not all that loud, IMO)
My dad likes vintage motorcycles, but somehow is attracted to a quieter, smaller kind. Is that a thing? I just feel like the sound of his bikes was never overwhelming to me.
It's officially biker time in Anacortes, dumb Oyster run tomorrow, so on my normal bicycle at intersections I am subjected to the sound of revving engines (Is that what it's called? That weird farting noise?). I have accumulated all the food I'll need not to leave my house for a couple days. Close all the doors, draw the shades. Fuck you assholes.
I discovered a short while ago that the Oyster run isn't even organized by Anacortes people. Their office is in FUCKING EVERETT WASHINGTON.
"Hey guys, I'm sick of riding in circles in this parking lot. I have an idea, let's go fart all over that nice island place over there!"
Oh, I bet you are secretly a Harley bear. You are just waiting to age, gain a bunch of weight, lose a bunch of hair, grow a beard, get an earring, oh maybe two! Then you'll be ready.
That is the only explanation for why you liked Oyster Run. The only other plausible explanation would be that there is something wrong with you.
Hahaha no. It is the same reason I like going to the aquarium, or to a Nine Inch Nails concert, even though I wouldn't want to live there. Also the same reason I like going to see 3-D movies. Immersion into a strange other world. And then it's over and things are back to normal.
I wish there was an analog to biker culture for segway riders. Like, thousands of people on segways. Maybe all wearing different colors of tartan plaids.
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(and i'm talking for way cheaper than rando craigslist/ebay shit, we be some broke peoples)
also check out https://twitter.com/i/#!/search/?q=#ButUGotThatiPhone5Tho&src=tren
"but you got that iphone 5 tho"
pretty funny
it's like, just go back to being a dental hygienist or whatever your "i'm not actually a hardass" thing is. so annoying.
My new boss rides a hog, and he is a tea partier. I hear the word 'obamanation' numerous times throughout the day.
The noisy thing makes a bit of sense on the highway, where being both audible and visible can save your life... but its so obnoxious in residential areas.
It's officially biker time in Anacortes, dumb Oyster run tomorrow, so on my normal bicycle at intersections I am subjected to the sound of revving engines (Is that what it's called? That weird farting noise?). I have accumulated all the food I'll need not to leave my house for a couple days. Close all the doors, draw the shades. Fuck you assholes.
I discovered a short while ago that the Oyster run isn't even organized by Anacortes people. Their office is in FUCKING EVERETT WASHINGTON.
"Hey guys, I'm sick of riding in circles in this parking lot. I have an idea, let's go fart all over that nice island place over there!"
You are just waiting to age, gain a bunch of weight, lose a bunch of hair, grow a beard, get an earring, oh maybe two! Then you'll be ready.
That is the only explanation for why you liked Oyster Run.
The only other plausible explanation would be that there is something wrong with you.
I wish there was an analog to biker culture for segway riders. Like, thousands of people on segways. Maybe all wearing different colors of tartan plaids.
The Oyster run is torture for ears with little respite.