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What's your outlaw biker name?

Discussion in 'Jokes and Humour' started by mattb, Apr 4, 2007.

  1. Be a Hog-riding outlaw and kill your enemies!


    I'm Meat-O, and am riding with the Death Cats MC! Pleased to meet you.

  2. Damn! They copied me! Well, here's some poetry...

    motorcycle mama

    she glided by in the fast lane on my left.
    straddling the hind end of a hog,
    looking elegant and lost.

    in my mind I met her
    at an art festival.

    her denim outfit graced her curves,
    she had a great ass,
    you could tell.

    we had coffee and talked,
    and talked, and laughed.
    she cradled my arm as we strolled
    the shady, art-lined sidewalks.

    I watched as her image passed
    from my rear view mirror
    to the peripheral field of vision
    on my left.

    her auburn hair tied up
    in a bow beneath the red kerchief.
    the suntanned
    nape of her neck
    the perfect back drop
    for the silver earrings.

    after she moved in,
    we’d f*ck every night
    the way new lovers
    always do.

    I know that far-away look.

    you only think you’re trapped baby.
    I could love you
    as much as you want
    to be loved.

    the hog slides into the lane
    in front of me. The asshole
    didn’t even bother
    with the turn signal.

    One day in the desert

    The motorcycle felt hot beneath me
    as I streaked across the mauve

    The faery strapped to the handlebars
    looked pensive as we approached

    Outstretched saguaro arms beckon
    the two-stroke symphony, smelling

    The snake man slithered along, smiling
    as time began to bend, pretzel into

    The horny toad made a happy bulge
    in the sidewinder's slippery trail -

    We stopped for a refreshing drink,
    absinthe, another button, faeries love

    Motorcycle racers love too; it's just what
    we do in the desert with faeries,

    The setting sun turned the desert purple
    as we roosted into the yellow moon =
    the Faery
  3. for the record i'm knucklehead of the spider skulls mc :p