Deformed bunny.. the new red neck transport solution...

I can picture myself riding one of those through the streets of Dublin in a most inappropriate manner.

Don't all these images torture you terribly when you're trying to sleep?

...*cries*....

My poor avatar bunny had some dreadfully deformed knackers....

...*wails in misery*....

And that would be the enthusiastic slurping of helmet, yes?

** shaving sex **

On the balmy night during the summer of 1993, Mrs. Wingy chopped off her husband's deformed knackers with a rusty serrated ka-bar blade as he lay trembling in restless trauma known as sleep to most, in their posh villa by the sea. Then as to add insult to injury she also ground each one beneath her stiletto Jimmy Choo heels. She then drove off with the severed knackers and flung them out her car window. Police performed a diligent search for the severed scrotum and unfortunately located each of the deformed bloody sad sacks, and then they were surgically reattached by his wife's personal plastic surgeon the one suspected of also having oral affair with wife which torments him since she stopped blowing him months after marriage... and Ever since he has grown ever resentful and ever more secluded cowering in the basement and scouring retrieved corpses as a way of effecting his demented revenge...

His teacher noticed that as a little boy sitting at the back of the class he was squirming around, an scratching his crotchety knackers, an generally not paying attention, you know the mouth breather types.

Dismayed she went back to find out what the heck was going on. Naturally he was quite aroused and whimsically whispered that he had just recently been circumcised but a round or two wid you would alleviate at least temporaly all is itching an irratation even though that should have long ago healed. The teacher told him flung a backhand to the lil basturd and bellowed him to go down to the principal's office and telephone his wretched mother for retrieval and hopefully more electeric shock therapy.

Dementedly the despondant scratching student pondered aloud... Really I should ask mum what ado about it; an begrudgingly he made the phone call and returned to his class with reaffirmation from his biological surrogate mum.

Shortly after he returned to class there was a commotion at the back of the room.

The teacher went back to investigate only to find him sitting at his desk with his weenie hanging out. "I thought I told you to call your mum!" she said.

"I did," the boy said, "And she told me that if I could stick it out till noon, she'd come and pick me up from school".

Passe...

A true boon to mankind was invented years before....the motorized barstool




Maybe THG should sponser a team. The Coors Silver Barstool?
http://www.barstoolracing.net/


http://www.barstoolracing.net/imag [...] -92_prelim[1].avi

Yes, tho technically runs on urine...