Brilliant response to the hipster cafe biker noob.
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steve_g
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That was brilliant!
gregory
Great things are afoot
Giant clove cigarette smoking pastrami sandwich!
Oh that is GREAT! lol
Hudson
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The site I found these on, hipsterbikevideos.com is pretty funny. They get a kick outta skewering the wanna-be hipsters who choose bikes primarily for fashion and image. Hilarious videos on the site.
Personally, I am kinda ok with the latest hipster café biker craze, even if it does get a bit cliché. Anything that brings in newer riders is ok with me. That's what the old riders are for, to give these young-ins a proper lesson in bike history.
Personally, I am kinda ok with the latest hipster café biker craze, even if it does get a bit cliché. Anything that brings in newer riders is ok with me. That's what the old riders are for, to give these young-ins a proper lesson in bike history.
HotRodZilla
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I wish I had wit like that.
RadioHowie
I Miss Beemerdons!
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bluesdog
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HotRodZilla
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Actions speak louder than words... :****:
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dcarver
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huh? i can't hear you!
beemerdons
Certifiable Old Fart
Right you are silver spirit, definitely a half-wit! jes' sayin' and nuff said, Arriba-Ai-Ai!You're half-way there, AJ
ndivita
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In a related vein....
https://www.visordown.com/motorcycle-videos/video-bike-building-hipster-spoof/26098.html
https://www.visordown.com/motorcycle-videos/video-bike-building-hipster-spoof/26098.html
bluesdog
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Redfish Hunter
Gone Fishing
The amount of time that is wasted looking at foolishness on the internet never ceases to amaze me. Wow. And to think that someone actually took the time to create such a well made "spoof" video. Some of these folks need a real job. Or maybe a lot of these folks need a real job.
ndivita
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Excellent point Redfish Huner.
I am no poet but I remember these words lifted from an old work of T.S Eliot:
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965),
The Rock (1934)
beemerdons
Certifiable Old Fart
ndivita, better yet:
The Farter from Sparta:
There was a young fellow from Sparta.
A really magnificent farter.
On the strength of one bean
He'd fart "God Save the Queen,"
And Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
He could vary, with proper persuasion,
His fart to suit any occasion.
He could fart like a flute,
Like a lark, like a lute,
This highly fartistic Caucasian.
This sparkling young farter from Sparta,
His fart for no money would barter.
He could roar from his rear
Any scene from Shakespeare,
Or Gilbert and Sullivan's Mikado.
Nobody could play the classics finer,
As he showed me one day in the diner.
I had a bagel with lox
While he played from his buttocks:
Chopin's Etude #12 in C-minor.
He'd fart a gavotte for a starter,
And fizzle a fine serenata.
He could play on his anus
The Coriolanus:
Oof, boom,er-tum,tootle, yum tah-dah!
He was great in the Christmas Cantata,
He could double-stop fart the Toccata,
He'd boom from his ass
Bach's B-Minor Mass,
And in counterpoint, La Traviata.
Spurred on by a very high wager
With an envious German named Bager,
He'd proceeded to fart
The complete oboe part
Of a Haydn Octet in B-major.
His reportoire ranged from classics to jazz,
He achieved new effects with bubbles of gas.
With a good dose of salts
He could whistle a waltz
Or swing it in razzamatazz.
His basso profundo with timbre so rare
He rendered quite often, with power to spare.
But his great work of art,
His fortissimo fart,
He saved for the Marche Militaire.
One day he was dared to perform
The William Tell Overture Storm,
But naught could dishearten
Our spirited Spartan,
For his fart was in wonderful form.
It went off in capital style,
And he farted it through with a smile,
Then, feeling quite jolly,
He tried the finale,
Blowing double-stopped farts all the while.
The selection was tough, I admit,
But it did not dismay him one bit,
Then, with his ass thrown aloft
He suddenly coughed...
And collapsed in a shower of ****.
His bunghole was blown back to Sparta,
Where they buried the rest of our farter,
With a gravestone of turds
Inscribed with the words:
"To the Fine Art of Farting, A Martyr."
BeemerDonS (1948- )
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wheatonFJR
...
Wow...
Those Irish sure can write!
Those Irish sure can write!
ndivita
Well-known member
It rhymes, so it must be poetry.
ndivita
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If it is trivia you like, then consider this from the 1964 Japanese movie The Woman in the Dunes:
"it is better to be in a footnote in a book on small bugs than to appear in no book at all."
My life sometimes feels like footnote in a book on small bugs.
"it is better to be in a footnote in a book on small bugs than to appear in no book at all."
My life sometimes feels like footnote in a book on small bugs.
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