chiaramente la '11 è tutta un'altra cosssssscia...... in ogni caso io non ho mai spinto abbestia, comunque non in bici
(par queo diso sempre la gà da tignèr bòta...)
grande maaagooooo
this night I rided my pistin tall and obviously I sbusated like all the other fuck#d time I done it.....
luckily I sbusated near home so I done a little walking getting anyone in the way a chance to join the famous
"what the fuck#d assh#le is doing now quiz"
- 1) some thought that I was walking with the azzoppated rosina aside since I cagated in the pants, I I didn't wanted all the fertilizer flow trough the paints or worst on the silly 5/10
- 2) some thought that I sbusated but they wasn't sure so they smell around in case of point1
- 3) most thought I was one of those called "asfaaaaltooooooooo" by Gnù rider when we climb and they ride down with the tail inside the legs trough tarmac with a shitty pricy trendy MTB
- 4) one assh#le scream me , I have a suspect since he ride a crappy champagn enduro and I'm aware that augusto is with his ass on the floor with his stuff
- 5) a couple said "asfaaaltooooo" but also smell in case o point 1...
- 6) one woman with a dog (when I was iang I would have called "la putana col can", intending a short-dressed lady with stupid dog with summer barboncino's cut...) heard the strange rumor done by the clutch and lookek at me with open mouth eating bunch of mosquitos and martinels (what is strange with one that got a puncture???)
- 7) vary and eventuals