Bloody old fart thinks he can run off, does he.
You'll get yours later, bloody kangarabbit.
And you buggas still can't play rugger !

 

and that"s a bloody fact right there

 

way too polite - I didn't know they had "duelling banjo's" where he lives
See the way the top of the boots are folded over - sheep have short legs there....

 

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW , FUDGE PACKER IS A FINE PROFESSION!!

AND WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE ROADSIDE BUFFET!! ROADKILL TASTES GOOD ON THE BARBECUE , SO LONG AS YOU GET RID OF THEM GRITTY BITS!!

'YOU CAN'T RIDE FOR ****'?? THAT'S FINE TALK FROM THE GUY THAT RIDES A TURDTHAT MUST MAKE YOU THE EXPERT ON **** RIDIN

 

Is that the best you can do - huh - I expected better, but it doesn't mean there's any mercy coming your way - right now it's someone else's turn - you'll keep, Kermit..................you'll keep.

 

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right now it's someone else's turn

What, is it nappy time for you, too, toppie? Gonna run off like the Roobanger, eh?
Or are ya just too busy playin' pen pal on PMs to Mr. Potato Head the leprechaun?

BTW, Mick, if you went any slower in yer vids you'd frickin' fall over! I knew that ugly **** bike was slow, but geesus!! You got smoked by a dam box truck!! HAHAHA....

Where the hell are sawnee and Hawk at?? Must be in the back room teabaggin'....

 

Awright li'l wetarse, now you pissed in my battery.
Just because the Kangarabbit went off to doodoo with Sprocks nappies on, don't think you can get away with bad mouthing me, cheaky, pintsized half. witted numbskull from the back of beyond. I'm here and awake...........
So you want some of me, BOY - come get some - what I lack in speed I'll make up in cunning and devious, cheez and rice, you think you can even stand in the same pissing contest with me, mealymouthed muppet, ingrate, .............
go back in the bushes and wee li'l chump, the MEN **** up THIS tree.
GO GROW A PAIR FIRST............................

 

Somebody forgot to take their geritol!!

You listen here, nancy...
I've seen 3rd grade girls that would stomp on your puny little soccer watchin' azz.
So take yer little shriveled up raisin sack back to the old folks home before you get hurt....

 

There's nothing sadder than some old git trying to make out he can still cut it with the big boys , guess you can't admit your over the hill .

I can picture it now , knees trembling as you try to throw a leg over your bike , but those creaky old joints just wont let you , guess you just ain't got it in you anymore . Then when you finally do get on top , that 'ole dementia sets in and you can't remember what to do suppose the missus knows all about that eh?

 

Sprock's Nappies .....................Nice One Pedro.ya Fricken scrawny MUTT...

Dis begging to look like a right mill up.........I gotta go finish
my lights on the bike .........but I'll be back ya DOSE.