![]() 03/30/2015 at 08:33 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
BWAAAAAAAA-b-BWAAAAAAAAAAA-b-BWAAAAAAAA
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He said marry me and have mah babies
I said they don't make baby seats for motorcycles
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP
![]() 03/30/2015 at 08:55 |
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well, you COULD argue a case for this:
![]() 03/30/2015 at 09:23 |
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Nope. My other hobbies are fighting and drinking, and I have no intention of quitting any of those for 9 months (followed by 18 years) of misery. Kids ain't for me, glad I found an awesome dude who feels the same and his family understands too.
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oh, no, I'm not arguing for kids. I'm saying you could theoretically use the side car for the kid.
as for kids: he. No thanks, I have motorcycles to ride, crash, rebuild and ride again.
![]() 03/30/2015 at 09:39 |
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No but they do make bungee cords
![]() 03/30/2015 at 14:23 |
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true story...
I was stationed at Ft Campbell for a few, and a buddy of mine lived in Atlanta. I had just started dating a gal a few weeks ago and I had made plans to be with her for the weekend. Friday morning comes up and I get a call from Mack telling me that he got us spots working corners at the Road A Superbike races that weekend. I called her up to let her know that I was going to have to change our plans for the weekend, and she said it sounded like I cared more about my bikes than I did her. I told her that she didn't know me anywhere near enough to ask that question, and though I called her when I got back, I never did hear from her.