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Dude, everyone here is cracking my shit up. So much for doing homework tonight while hanging out here. JRM, I has used big werds buhcuz my mom teached them to me. When she wasn't stuffing her face with Oatmeal Pies or your cock.

Well, if anyone on this Earth loves a good laugh, it's me. I enjoy the suspense, and looks like we're all having some fun here. Enjoy your comedic secret and keep up the good times here, Casper!

The clap is nasty as fuck when it drips from your bottom lip, don't it. I told ya not to eat that shit. Why do you think my dad has false teeth? Rookie.

You just want poked in the eye.

Eh, I dropped a couple digs on the 'busa here and there. The ugly bike thread, and a comment the other night about busa and fat chick commonality. I apparently hurt someone's feelings so they dropped a couple neg reps on me anonymously. So I capitulated to the busa community at large, save for the thin skinned phantom lurking from his parents basement, wherever it may be. I don't care about being taken down a notch. I have in laws (for the moment), but if you're gonna say something, just stand up and say it. I'll take it. No biggie. That's all. So I decided to have some fun with it. I take very few things in life seriously, most of which myself.

I hear ya loud and clear there, SAM. It's one thing to talk some smack among the boys. It's another to roll out the same tired, pointless shit time after time. It wears on ya. Like when my Mrs tells me my cock feels small. I say "you know, you say that at least 4 to 5 times a month, but it's becasue you're used to it. Your sister, however, the couple times a year I give it to her..she thinks it's HUUUGE!"

I must say that I have not seen a more passionate group of riders this side of a bar and shield, minus a ton of oil stains. Props for your steadfast loyalty to your machine, and your defense of it in the face of undue criticism. And, like most of us two-wheel mounted knuckleheads, you take the obvious good natured ribbing in stride. Kind of the reason we all gravitate here. We're all cut from the same cloth. However it is inevitable that in this virtual biker bar hangout of ours, we encounter someone who has either endured what they feel is more than their fair share of goofing, or maybe just had a bad day. Their skin is a bit thin, and they let something blurted in a little grey box get their thong in a knot. Eh, it happens. We're all entitled to our moments. So you shout back in the box things about someone's mother or sister, or how another rider might be more comfortable on their chosen machine were it not for a colon full of suffocated gerbils. Maybe you neg rep someone anonymously. This seems to be increasingly popular, as one other thread documented ad nauseum. Regardless, if you're thin skinned, you're probably in the wrong place. Don't take the clownin' so seriously. We're all here because we deal with that uptight bullshit everywhere else (work, the in(out)laws, school, a correctional facility of the state's chosing) and need a break from it. Truth be told, I could care less how sexy or ugly your shit appears to me or any other rider for that matter. I'd ride with any and all of you. ('Til someone utters "yut uggghh" then I will poke your squidly ass in the eye.) Look at it this way. I am comfortable with myself, and can say this. I am a goofy looking guy riding a decent looking bike. You may be a decent looking guy, you just ride a goofy looking machine, but you can always buy another bike. I am not so fortunate. But for your sake, and the sake of many others, I wear a full face lid and dark face shield, so once we're in the wind, no one is in any further danger of retinal scarring. Point is, if something bugs you, step up, man up (or woman up you XX chromosomed OR mongols) and say "man, not cool", and speak your peace. If I, or some other self respecting member is out of bounds, more than likely they'll admit it. Or, work on your material and send a quip back the other way. Tell JRMiii that Duracell isn't sponsoring a race team anytime soon, and pick on of Windows other 16 million colors on his next bike. Or that if he doesn't stop, r1crusher's mom is going to figure out what he is up to when ALL of her garden gnome's pointy hats are brown and stinky. Don't sneak shit in under the radar and dart out unnoticed over simple shit. If you're gonna play that way, what are you gonna do when some serious shit hits the fan? You might just blow up, and then someone has to clean your steamy guts off your nice flatscreen monitor, and there's no fun in that. So if I pissed you off to the point of being livid beyond the point of rational thought, I would like to tell you I am sorry. I would like to, but don't want to lie to you either, because I am not. What I will tell you is that you're taking this shit waaaay to seriously, and relax. That I mean. Sure there are plenty of douchebags to go around, claiming to be the end-all be-all of bike and life knowledge. (And occasionally punked out by even bigger d-bags stunting on the street. Shit. Sorry. Got carried away.) They are as obvious as the nose on your face, and just as much out of joint. Ya got a bitch? Discuss it. We'll hash it out, then tip back a few in the wake. Just check your ego at the door, right next to mine. Now feel free to flame away. I am going to get my beer.

Well, with ~25% of your HD free, you shouldn't be impacting VM too often, unless you are running several applications simultaneously. I concur with Benyen and do some housekeeping, then maybe run a windows and driver update. Let us know what you find.

hmmm. With you getting the virtual memory popup, how full is your hard drive, and how large is it?

Holy shit, Liz! That looks awesome! Titties and beer.

'Busa make a fat chick look at home on a motorcycle. I think I'll get my mom one.

:plus1:Straight and to the point. Well said. I get that stuntingis a bikestyle/lifestyle. Just like anything else, in it's proper place, it's all good. Our boy 12 o'clocker does his thing off the street where it shoud be, and he's got sic skills from what I see. But these fucks in the vid, ripping it up on the street are just as bad as the douchebag poser.

Welcome!

What the hell were you wokring on at 2 in the morning?! Doing an ugrade or something? ("Aww shit, it's Upgrayedd!" The two D's are for a "double-dose of pimpin".)

You get bonus points, noob, for making my boy Justin want to retch. 2 Doughboys, I cup. Can't wait! (I hope there's sprinkles!) Welcome, mang!

Sell the R6. Buy a twin. The whole thing will vibrate, and you'll never notice the one handlebar. If you're looking to follow the path of cost effectiveness, I would follow Casper's advice and go with grips. Most OEM grips aren't designed for comfort. As well as gloves. If they are tight when clenched around the grip, then that only accelerates the numbness setting in. The Bar Snake option may be worth looking into as well. Not sure how close they are to new bar ends in price.

I think it might depend on where you put some of your sponsor stickers, but IMO right now it looks sweet!

It's the effect of the 2008 tax code on the average American taxpayer.

Some of us didn't say you couldn't manuever one of those things, we just don't think they're much to look at. Then again, neither was the chick I took to homecoming my senior year. Cool vid, though. Props on your passion, dude.

Thaaaaaaaaat's fukindisgustin. Hilarious, but nasty.

Thanks amigos. Our whole campus is very sullen today, as you might imagine. So your thoughts and words here are very much appreciated much more than you can see. And to think that we here are 1/50th of the overall tragedy just humbles me. It give a somber perspective of life at large. Though I know that right now Mary would be telling us to get back after it and live for what's left, not for what's gone. Then again, that's what made her Mary.

Summer Ale is good shit, man. So is the White Ale they put out in the spring.

:plus1:In all seriousness, I wholeheartedly agree. My parents are divorced, and have been for a long time. And I rememebr them fighting, and my mother calling my father everything but a white man. Throwing shit, losing her mind. And dad would yell sometimes, (not that he wasn't wrong or undeserved of mom's anger), but never once did he ever call her a name in anger or raise his hand to her. Never. And he taught me from an early age you do NOT put your hands on a woman in anger. Never. Walk the fuck away. And it is something that now, as I find myself getting divorced, that as much as my wife and I fought, and as angry as she mad me, not once have I ever even considered hitting her. It has no value. I have friends who's husbands have hit them, and it riles me up to no end to think about that.

Thanks to Uncle Dub-yuh's battle in the sand, anyone who dons a uniform has been deployed as active. Welcome to the fold, yerself, cavscout!

Jarv, JRMiii has much respect for Lego Hellboy, and Lego Hellboy has much respect for him. Now should my copper-clad amigo step out of line, he will see the business end of said pimp hand, and with much aquickness. Love an' repsect, J!