Brenny,
I get a kick out of the dyno tuners that have the time to dial in a crisp one. Thing is, it takes so much tuning to know what and who keeps pointing the way. Give credit due if that is the source. Didn't [Brock] bring up a stock air cleaner bangs the bucks you OEM up we go dirty?
Say, if you could db the noise out of the wankiss bangers with the popsaylot, we match the hot OEM'ears is the same-same you go up against Mother tuneup. Heat makes HP. I've got some bottom end out the apex. You just don't see it happens clean and quick. Ya gotta backup on it, privateer... Duck dive... Like Dis.
I do not miss a lick tagging line. You are going to make that bike slow in the grunt scale. She'll more carry you upstairs. And there you go. It's going to be yummy no doubt. Butt, ass inn plumber cleavage, you come out of hole; tell 6th in class you be kissing his ass at the cash window get in line, young'inn.
Keep spending bank on travel expenses; you ain't ready. Not much is needed to make a gruntcycle or a topsickill. ROOK, has that one thread all in cap lock. He's like; how you first feel that drug set in. Better than any drug in a pipe or needle [a thread].
Kills you quick you mix the wrong entry. I love the smell of melting butter. Sea that gap at the rail? Sheer man tank that gap is for that germ man trash. If we MEATat-Tat-At that apex? Cheeze GRADE YEar Azz wit day Grass You Grow! Well, maybe fur till eyes her you were not looking where you were going; you ain't ready rear end her!
KeePit Coming. WaxSongWaxSoft, I am going to sinGit "Cum GATE Some"! Meat WOT's left someone is going to cash out. That bike just cleans carsays I missed one apex'd line, be it that MooStank and insult it right up to that truck bump-her was play wither and still setup the apex entry. Or say the Wax'Ears! That is how amazing the grunt is; no trick speed cutting. Just plain old speed up [a] single throttle plate. You are on a dart, a jumper, a wheel spinner, a loftear you are in tears trying to find more.
Cheeze, could I use a fix right now. Melted cheeze wizz over the seat and squeeze one out.
Dis OL' Fart, dis ol bike [eye-4-got] she wontoe start,
Dats WOT Die Said.
Wit a kick-bang-SHE sang another one of those IS Pops!
Eyes aHAve some Porn IS Pop is Pop!
Corn Kneesaid, I wish you were dead!
Sorry, Fred, I'm HA fry yEAR AZZ IS 2!
WOT?
Witoe Wizz Bang, Fizz bang I sea Year Finger's UP YEAR ASS!
You telling me I no can SEE now?
Die Did Die Say DAT?
Use heyou cockissuckershit die took the bait [reaDING] DIS down to here.
Now you gotta wait & wait & Weight, Fatso!
* Last updated by: Hub on 4/19/2011 @ 1:47 PM *
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