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Arrgh! Spice girls, my daughter had changed my CD as I was listening to Great Rock Hits! But it was too late for Toggsy it was a huge island roundabout, straight over handlebars and splat. Toggsy jumped to his feet, but the bike was knacked. So speedyClaire came up to him on her bike and grabbed him by the arm and said hop on the back of me Toggs, us ID Angels are on a mission, we……..
I’m not riding fast, I’m just flying low. and please DONATE to this website
Chocolate………we must have our intake of Chocolate, to keep us going, Where can we find our next bar of chocolate?
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Easy said Speedy……. unbeknown to her fellow Angels Speedy had devised a way to make their bikes run on……… CHOCOLATE!!!!!! they hopped off the bikes and proceeded to drink all the hot melted chocolate via a big tube from the petrol tank. Oops said Gix, I think we`ve overdone it, the chocolate was lovely but we`ve eaten it all and now we`ve no fuel to run our bikes on. Damn said Speedy, what we going to do now………….
Don`t ride faster than your guardian angel can fly!
Quick fix Radar to the rescue, he can solve any problem…….
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..so with that the girls stood on each others shoulders with Speedy on the top because the others didn’t trust her footing (ref Bets wy Coed). Speedy cupped her hands around her mouth and gave the special call that would summon Radar……
Be seen and be Safe!
Then Speedy shouted “Oi 4eyes…………Dont make me repeat myself!”
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Out of the glaring sunny haze a figure approached. A distant sound, a little like a hairdryer, could be heard. The approaching bike looked like it was dancing in the heat haze above the hot dark tarmac. ‘BANG’, the two stroke backfired. It was Radar….wearing a piss pot helmet and a pink tutu, sandals and socks with sock suspenders. His milky white legs gripping either side of the YPVS, the scrapes, bruises and scares from the never ending job of keeping his machine on the road and mechanically sound (shoulda bought a zook!LOL) could be seen as his ungloved hands worked the throttle and clutch. As he approached the girls saw that…..
LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, vacuum in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, there goes another engine!
…he also had matching pink saddle bags to go with his Tutu, that’s were he must keep his tools they thought. Hope he’s brought plenty off chocolate as fuel for the bikes and us?
But then as he pulled up alongside them, to their shock and amazement the pink saddlebags were slighty hairy and rough in appearance and then it dawned on them…………”he’s not wearing any UNDIES!” Aaaahhhhh………………..Radar switched off the bike and dismounted, Lady style. “Right Angels, what’s the problem?” and he bent over to look at the bikes closer, revealing his enormous…………..
Be seen and be Safe!
weapon tucked into one of his sock suspenders….
LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, vacuum in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, there goes another engine!
Radar uncovered his weapon and upon doing so let slip 3 large rolls of kitchen roll,”What the blinking heck is that for Radar,you won`t need that until the 24th”,with that speedy turned round and said to Radar……
Take it easy out there
..”is that another kitchen roll or are you pleased to see me?”….
LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, vacuum in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, there goes another engine!
Then it dawned on her…….. she`d seen this face and todger before!! now where was it??? that`s right she thought 2pm last Thursday at my penile dysfunction clinic!
Don`t ride faster than your guardian angel can fly!
so it was obviously a roll of kitchen tissues
]LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, vacuum in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, there goes another engine!
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