It's on......

[a454elk]

So I've been getting these sissy ass phone calls from some refugees in Texas, namely sister Sarah and her ass Thump as well as from some chump named Twinconstipator. Now it's time to shut your cakeholes and put it on the line.

Here's the deal. Twinyank already owes me a bike wash and a sammy in a pitsally outfit so I'm holding him/her to that. I will offer up another challenge to those two yahoos if they think they are up for it. One lap, all for gold, pinks, greenbacks, whatever. Name the prize or shut your yap. Pick your steed and I will be there. I'm sick of all the sorry excuse for smack talk that the two baffoons try and dish out. Unless they're skeerd, I expect a response.

The ball is now in the Texas gay court. :aj:

 

[Okiewan]

Dude.. careful now. Bring that PD Motor, Thump would love to own that thing. He said he was putting a MAN-Sized spankin' on ya. I really don't care to know exactly what that means, but it can't be good. I hope someone puts the shame on him, I'm sick of eating his roost.

 

[TwinSpar]

Hey Tinkerbell (Carlos).... Does your tongue get sunburned? I would imagine that is does as much as your yap is always flapping. You want something washed?!? Wash your :moon: and then sit on this :cool: and spin dry yourself.

If/when I get there, you need to check under the hood of the BubbaScursion. It's a pretty cool surprise that I'm sure you'll like!!!

 

[Patman]

:blah: <-- Elk

 

[Tony Eeds]

Ahhhh ... the soothing sounds of smack ... this is what has been missing from this forum.

Okie: The lack of smack may be why attendance is down. I looked forward to meeting this bunch of characters the first year I came to DW.

Keep it up boys, sign up is open for a few more days. Where have y'all been?

I'm bringing spiders and a paintball gun to this party. :nener:

 

[ChopperDave]

Over did it with the viagra there Elk???

 

[a454elk]

Okie, consider a man size spankin done on that sissy Thump. He yaps the yap but whent he flag drops, he falls and says he was pushed. He's the half lap wonder with no regard for human safety. The only way he can win is to push me down and run me over. He is nothing but a big bully, neighbor stalker and wussy roost maker. His mouth is writing checks his ass can't cash.

Patman, you don't want any of this my slow riding friend. Don't you have a stump to crawl over. :moon:

Last and definately least, Twinlizard. Your mouth outways your 4 year old riding ability. You WILL wash my bike in a pitsally outfit or you won't be allowed into Cooperland. I'm glad you've been practicing, that way you can start your OWN bike. But don't worry, I have my 7 year old to help you this year, she's got more leg than you anyway. And my :moon: is always clean, that way you can kiss it with confidence. I already told my mom about you, she can't wait to meet one of two gays that live in Texas. I think you know who the other one is.

SlopperSally, you need to shut your cakehole and sit on the porch. There's racing to be done and we need some cool ice tea and sammy's made. :moon:

 

[ChopperDave]

He yaps the yap but whent he flag drops,

See what I mean, Elk is od'ing on the viagra!

 

[Patman]

Geesh Elk was it free MEGA Gulp Expresso and 6 powder coated chocolate frosted double glazed donut day at the Chunkin' Blownuts today?! :laugh:

 

[Thump]

Carlos,
Re-cap from last year... We had a 1 lap race last year. I even rode my 250F versus your big bad 450. You took the holeshot (as you so enjoy doing). I followed you through the rythm section then decided to pass you. By the time we got to the uphill rythm section I had opend up a large enough lead that the added power of the 450 you were on was not enough to close the gap. Over the finshline jump I even looked back at you to see how far away you were. Not too far back, but behind me none the less.

Re-cap 2 from last.... Pit bike race. Identical SDG mini's. You weigh about 50 pounds lighter than me so HP to weight advantage goes to you. I got a good start none the less annd going into the first corner (a left hander) we were bar to bar with you on the outside. You attempted an overly aggressive move to cut me off. A move that someone with skill could have pulled off. But instead you wound up wadding youself up. As I was entering the corner you did pass me for a second because I saw your boots go past me as you did a front flip off of your bike landing soundly on your back. You laid there moaning and for the rest of DirtWeek you complained about being taken out and suffered broken ribs. So it seems that you are the one who falls and complains about being pushed, not me.

Seems like everytime you open your "hog target" and talk smack you get it handed to you. I don't need to talk any smack and refuse to stoop to your level. I'll be there the whole week for you to take your best shot at. I hope you bring more than you did last year so it will at least be a race.

 

[a454elk]

You must have been riding with someone else my dear gay friend. First of all, there was no one lap race with you on your 250 and me on the 450. You decided, at the last turn that , "it was on". Your last turn over the finish line jump was nothing more than a mere, I'll get him when he isn't looking, trick. You were only a bike ahead, and you raged on that you beat me. Well listen up Chumpness, your sorry excuse for a race will be the downfall of your existance. The cheaten pit race was just that, you can't win, will never win, so you take me out, knowing I'm your daddy.

So take heed, and don't call my cell and beg to let you win just to save face in the crowd. Your message was pathetic, crying is just not for you, but you seem to think a teenage, get out of ticket cry, helps. And don't have your sissy girlfriend Twink call either, threatening me with bodily injury gives me even more the reason to take you two to the cleaners. I'm not skeerd of either of you two freaks. You two are just a couple of speed bumps on my path to life. You better be there all week cause I need a bike wash each day. Bring it to the dirt pal, you'll go home in a bandage.

Quiet Village Patman, you stay out of the man's forum.

 

[Thump]

The only way I would need to save face is if I were on here talking smack, but it is you doing the jabbering. If you beat me you beat me. If not, you won't ever admit to it anyway because your mind is warpped and you are just another dishonet California cop like Furman so it really means nothing to me.

You are obviously skeered out of your mind because you are bringing your momma to protect you this year. Momma's boy.

 

[Okiewan]

He said Furman, lol.

 

[Patman]

LMAO at Ponch! :blah: :blah: :blah: Cripes your as bad as the little powder puff dog my neighbor had. I say "had" because one day it was yappin' at a hawk that was flying overhead and aparently the hawk had enough of this little Chiuaua runnin' it's yap so it hauled it off to it's nest on a dinner date.

 

[Patman]

Quiet Village Patman, you stay out of the man's forum.

I believe it's far better to be the Village Patman to to be one of the Village People. :nener:

 

[wardy]

man's forum?

:laugh:

 

[Okiewan]

I just talked to Kris Brown, he saw this thread and said he's going to park both of you :yikes:

 

[Patman]

:laugh: Be sure and get that on film Bob, I'd pay money for a poster of Orficer Poncharello and Twinkle with their heads in a berm, planted like pansies.

 

[a454elk]

The only thing Brownturd can park is Thump's :moon:.
Yeah Wardster, man's forum. Quiet or we'll moon you again. :moon:

Shut it Fatman, stay outta this. The only reason I started this is because Chump called and asked for us to do some sort of play, an act if you will. He said he knows I'm his daddy and he just wanted to put on a little show so he can save his :moon: I'm not a momma's boy, stop saying that.

 

[Okiewan]

I'm not a momma's boy, stop saying that.

If I'm not mistaken, mommy is coming to DW with SuperCop?

 

[a454elk]

And another thing, I may be dishonest but at least I don't stalk my neighbors you fluffer. How bad is that, a poor old lady, can't barely walk, in a chair, her right side is paralized, she eats through a tube, she has cowlicks and cataracks and big dumb Thump is picking on her. He even dumped his trash in her yard, what a jamoke.

The race will be on fool or fools, whoever wants in. I don't care if Pinkie, Brown, whatever is in, he don't scare me. I think he knows I'm his daddy too.

 

[a454elk]

So what Okiewonton, so she's coming, big fat hairy deal man. She's cool and will kick anyones ass if they pick on me. I don't really need her but she insisted on going.

 

[Thump]

So what Okiewonton, so she's coming, big fat hairy deal man. She's cool and will kick anyones ass if they pick on me. I don't really need her but she insisted on going.

Cause she knows you are a sissy and she could not watch you again come home from DW like you did last year, broken, bruised and abused and curl up in a fetal position in the shower muttering to youself for a month.

Any more smack out of you and the paintball gun comes out again. Do you recall our parting words at DW03? :laugh:

 

[a454elk]

Another fine example of a cheap shot you fruit cup. Figures, you're a meat glancer and that's what you shot for. Bring it on fool, you're going down like a Texas *****!

 

[a454elk]

So I was searching through our gay databases for prior criminal offenses involving Thump, AKA "Papa Disco" cause I had a feeling he'd be in there. Seems as though back in the 80's, down in a fine place called San Diego where Chump used to reside, it seems as though there was a little incident that occurred.

It goes like this but I'll have to keep out the real nasty details due to site regulations:

"On 11-24-1987, I was on patrol in the red light district, downtown San Diego looking particularly for homosexual violations in public view. I observed a white male, what seemed to be at the time, engaging in a strange activity. I was able to get closer to the subject who, at that time, was positioned near a dark corner of Hiney Park. As I approached stealth like, I could here something coming from the dark. The groans became louder and louder as I approached. I then realized what was being said. It seems as though the subject, later identified as Papa Disco (stage name), was chanting something.

Clear as a bell I could hear him saying, "Here I sit, buns-ah-flexin, 'bout to give birth to another Texan".

Then I hit the overheard lights and saw in clear view, his grotesque actions. He had another homosexual in his grasps, who later was identified as Twinspar the Starfish Taker, and Papa Disco was thrusting his hips inward towards the willing Twinspar.

At that point, I felt the show was over and the afterbirth was upon us. I transported both subjects to the San Diego County Jail where they were booked for numerous gay related charges."

I'm speechless.