You’re a Real Hell’s Angel, Buddy
Driving to a client’s office yesterday, I was cut off by some schmuck on a Vespa-type scooter. The sticker on the back of his scooter read:
It’s not illegal to be a biker.
Is that what you think you are, dillhole? A biker? No, you’re a scooterer. It’s not a real word, but you’re not a real biker.
No matter how many times you scoot down the road with what’s left of your hair blowing in the breeze, no matter how many times you tell your bro, “Killer boots, man,” and no matter how many times you brag, “I get 70 miles to the gallon on this hog,” you will never be a biker.
July 17th, 2008 in
Shallow End of the Gene Pool
LOL! A couple of weeks ago, I saw this BIG guy on a scooter. It was sad…and a little scary.
OK, you get my first gut laugh of the day. And, since it’s 11:30pm, you can tell I’ve been waiting for something good.
Scooterer…you slay me!