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Never easy saying goodbye mate I’ve always had a few running dogs about me but something I’ve noticed as I’ve got older my self it cuts a little deeper when it’s time to say goodbye to old friends I had my old mate Millie pts a couple of months ago it left our house hold feeling a bit weird every morning I’d get up an say hello to a gret dopey Lurcher sprawled out on the sofa it’s a strange feeling her just not being there it’s a habit I’ve always done gone to say hello to her I just don’t go in the living room first thing in the morning anymore as it’s not the same even had a couple of times

I’d go for a vag group car there all pretty much the same car underneath I had a Passat high line as a spare vehicle give £400 for off my old man with 60k on the clock and full service history I put some miles on it was cheap motoring I had it a few years by far the one of the comfiest motors to drive plenty of space to chuck shit in the back of plus kids and dogs I ended up selling it for £500 when I’d finished with it only reason I sold it was because the insurance quote cam in and it was more than my Audi s3 and I couldn’t get it cheaper still to this day I can’t make out why a Passat 1.9 t

Used to know a lad we all grew up together on our estate he was apart of our crowd/little gang he was a couple of years older than us lot to all us lot he was no problem but he had a nasty side a couple of times I’d seen him just randomly whack someone for no apparent reason I started to not really like him but just tolerate him after the first time I see him verbally abusing a oldish guy and his son I started to distance my self were I could this old guy and his son who was clearly a special needs or something lived next door to this guy we knew any how apparently he’d been given this old guy

bloody hate bully’s I call that shit out for exactly what it is I’ve never been bullied after the incident at school but it definitely changes you has a person taking multiple good hidings to a point you just don’t give a shit any more I mean it’s quite dangerous knowing you can take a good hiding and you know your capabilities of dishing out a beating back and you no longer give a feck about nothing it puts you on a dangerous path of bad life choices and hanging around with the wrong crowd well it did for me till I was about 20 and settled with a bird who kept me on the straight and narrow pl

I was bullied at secondary school I used to get gang beaten by pakis for some reason they just didn’t like me it started end of year 7 just the occasional good hiding by yr 9 it was more regular just a couple of digs every couple of days the school didn’t want to do feck all about it there useless mid yr9 I was waiting outside the science labs after lunch ready for lesson and I was jumped by this gang of pakis it was a right pasting I was punched kicked and stomped I legged it home crying my old man just finished his 6 till 2 shift I told him what happened he had a bit of a man to man talk wit

I’m not really a staffie type of guy I’m a Lurcher guy but always walk through life with my eyes open I used to get round Birmingham way a lot something I noticed most of the Staffords we’re powerful leggy types they looked more like pbt than a Stafford its strange you can go city to city or different towns they all look slightly different in type

Kawasaki kx250 1999-2002 shape or a 03-08 shape or a Yamaha yz 250 1999-2004 steel frame I’ve seen a few of these bikes pop up for sale but the prices asked and then the logistics side of things don’t seem worth entertaining knowing what’s involved in a restoration and cost there is no resale value left in them I’m a avid moocher on eBay (daily) seeing what’s about my misses looks on fb marketplace for me on her fb just seems people want strong money for a turd I’m sure something will pop up though eventually it always does it’ll probably be when I’m not looking I’m from near Oxfordshire

Thought it was a Mercedes the c class thats my favourite car since seeing a 18reg shape Mercedes c220 amg line in black I’ve always thought by the shape and spec of the car that there a really nice looking car fair fucks to doing a repair one might be the way I go if I can’t find the right mx bike to build to do

What is it?

Took a guy out on me and my mates spot to help him get a young bitch going as mine was up an running only for him to return with his mates when he wanted an f**k shit up he tried to deny he’d been on our permission but id seen them running the beam one night when I was out for a little solo look then found his motor parked pretty close by one of the guys family let it slip were they had been going I went ghost after that. Proper shame as it was good land to run there was a good mix bag on there never again would I take randoms out on our spots all in the name of being a good egg and helping so

This little side show bob looking f****r will go to prison and it will be like a lads holiday camp for him the justice system is a complete joke he will plead disability of some sort get a reduced sentence then serve 3 quarters of the sentence and be let out on reform behaviour or let out because of overcrowding in prisons. Need to bring back town hangings I likes a good hanging I do or locked in a cel and starved until dead that would stop these little c**ts rolling around thinking they can stab people up

Getting itchy feet again to build another 2 stroke mx bike but been noticing the turds are going for the same rate as a tidy bike any one else had any luck in acquiring a project bike?

I like the carnivorous diet I done a little test with it about a year or so ago I just found it expensive to be a long term diet when you got a family and household to run but nothing but great things to say about it tbh

This sort of shit saddens me disgusting behaviour .the prison system is a joke like a fecking holiday camp that don’t serve as a deterrent for this sort of behaviour I do hope this old chap as family members that will sort out some good old fashioned justice

Been watching a lot of motocross bike builds lately think it’s a sign to bite the bullet and buy another bike to build my self