yip, maybe a bit dehydrated. anyhoo, talking of the sun my son is giving me the look, best i get him and her and the other one out init. there's a dirt track with our name on it.
Something for when The Grumpy Ginge returns from being ordered around by his kids: Where is finderman with his political lessons? What is his progress? Pretend that Scotchland is a house, semi-detached. Inside, people are playing Monopoly with people from next door (the English). They all have a good grasp of the game and how it is played, how it is meant to be played and how it can be manipulated. There are arguments. Some folk want rid of the English players - cos they cheat. Meanwhile, out in the street, drug dealers, people traffickers and multinational corporations are laying waste to the neighbourhood. The letting agent for the two properties is very busy, working out rent increases and ways of turning the houses into flats where, instead of two families, there will be twenty or thirty rent-paying tenants. Nice little earner, that. The European Commission is the letting agent. They are in charge of day to day stuff but they are mere middle men. But who owns the property? We will never see the title deeds, but most likely one of the owners' has the initials "G" and "Eorge Soros". Now, the point of the story - why the actual fuck are we arguing vehemently over a game of fucking Monopoly? : o / Are we there yet?
bit chilly out there, but thats not what got under my skin. the wee man thinking he can take me on the inside lane, and succeeding does that
You'll get him back, finderman. Somehow. I have faith in you! poor goof is doomed, he's for the chop in his own home.
fuggin right i will. i think the throttle on his crf can be adjusted to open only so much. ha, that will learn him.
The amount of water that they put on an already hydrated track. Gonna take me ages to clean the dirt Scoot now
i live next to a forest with miles and miles of track. we normally just head up there, sometimes down the beach. he has been ridding quads since he was three which the daughter now uses, but this year i think the hormones are kicking in, he is getting quite competitive, thinks he can take his old man. but i have a screwdriver, and i know how to use it.
