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Just curious: Do all of you who ride together have the ability to communicate with each other (Sena, Shoei, or some sort of app)? Or do you mostly rely on a prearranged plan?

Tonik, please bring me back a shit ton of softshell clams. Nothing bettah for dinner on a cool fall evening--if we ever get one.

Where I live, we actually fuck our women--not their legs.

No. And not a "leg-humper." Must be a common occurrence in Stoutsville, but that's part of the reason why I chose to live where I live, Bubby. SMH . . .

Can we not go there, please?

Sounds as if you'll fit right in with this group. The word "fuck" is common currency here; the favored noun, adverb, and transitive verb used by all the asshats with whom you will interact. Wear yer helmet when you're on this site; it can be a dangerous ride.

This looks like it's from a school cafeteria. God help us.

Andy, GREAT translation! Are you an ESL teacher?

I was wrong; you are *still* evil--with the added adjective "diabolical." Deb must be both blind and deaf. At least I hope she is for her sake. You are reprehensible. She is obviously a saint. If we ever meet, I have stories for you about past students that you would be incapable of believing, although they are totally factual. Yeah, if this dood turned out to be a former student I would not be surprised. Teaching "is what it is"--ask Durk 😨

Methinks your recent surgery and subsequent clean bill of health has transformed you from the OR Grinch into someone who actually cares about others. Brings a tear to my eye. Either that or you were accidentally adjudicated as sane instead of a sufferer of multiple personality disorder.

Stand back; I'll handle this one 😆

Back in the times when these bikes were prevalent, engineering hadn't yet been invented--nor had common sense.

Is the surgical pain gone?

No. Noooooooooooooo!

My cat finally shat out a perfect silhouette of Jesus. You can have it if you promise to NEVER upload a photo of yer remaining 'nad OR yer surgically marred ball sack.

Yes. Yes, it is. Oh, and differential speed kills as the Solomon Curve clearly elucidates.

Could you please be a little more specific?

Tonik, very relieved for you. I can only imagine the panic you experienced. I, too, always heard that testicular cancer was a young man's disease. This is a good wake-up call for those nuts among us who have nuts, and a great reminder to get a full physical exam once a year. Very happy you're on the mend. I would have missed your omnidirectional messages of hatred, and pray that the photo of your remaining dingleberry does not materialize. Please just don't do it.

Air-rage, flu, and sinusitis. My only hope is that you're not stockpiling AR-15 ammo.

At the school I work in, there has already been a large outbreak of flu and some sort of icky sinus thing. Many students and staff down for the count. And it was 88° here today. WTF . . . ?

Looks like something the artists at Madame Tussauds' turned out while tweaking on meth.

The blue sunglasses have got to go. Ugly.

Wrong pic. Here's the one I meant to post.

A practical consideration, Pauly, but the dimmed lighting also is an advantage in that it helps you not to see the pee stains from all those times you missed the loo--and I'm sure there are many; I speak from experience here. Here is a photo of our downstairs den on a typical winter evening. Warm, dim lighting. Snow falling outside, which often results in school cancellations and a corresponding increase in alcohol consumption. Fucking awesome.