2 out of 3 ain't bad
So i have this belt buckle. It has brass knuckles on it and says "Drink, Fight, Fuck".
This past weekend I went to Port Aransas with my motorcycle club. It was a beautiful ride there as well as back. Ate some great food, and drank LOTS of Lone Star. This fulfills one of the criteria of my buckle. Friday night a few of us went to some cheesy bar and hung out. One of the drunker patrons was being belligerent toward us because he couldn't believe that we hadn't heard of the "Pig Party" going on the next day. According to him it was going to be "like Sturgis"... After refering to us as "lying bastards" a couple times, the nearest pool cue was in my hands and I was itching to make him leave. Luckily for him, I was on a slow burn and calmly explained to him that he needed to go away before he had said pool cue broken off in his anal cavity. While not really constituting a fight, this fulfills #2 in my list.
UPDATE
Something one of the members of my MC said to me this weekend got me thinking tonight... He said "you're the least 'biker' out of all of us". And I took that as a compliment. It's one of the things I love about me. I'm not just a biker, i'm not a just a punk, i'm not just a rockabilly/psychobilly kid, i'm not a hippy, i'm not a skater, i'm not a lot of things... yet I AM a lot of things. I fit no single category. And I like it that way.
So i have this belt buckle. It has brass knuckles on it and says "Drink, Fight, Fuck".
This past weekend I went to Port Aransas with my motorcycle club. It was a beautiful ride there as well as back. Ate some great food, and drank LOTS of Lone Star. This fulfills one of the criteria of my buckle. Friday night a few of us went to some cheesy bar and hung out. One of the drunker patrons was being belligerent toward us because he couldn't believe that we hadn't heard of the "Pig Party" going on the next day. According to him it was going to be "like Sturgis"... After refering to us as "lying bastards" a couple times, the nearest pool cue was in my hands and I was itching to make him leave. Luckily for him, I was on a slow burn and calmly explained to him that he needed to go away before he had said pool cue broken off in his anal cavity. While not really constituting a fight, this fulfills #2 in my list.
UPDATE
Something one of the members of my MC said to me this weekend got me thinking tonight... He said "you're the least 'biker' out of all of us". And I took that as a compliment. It's one of the things I love about me. I'm not just a biker, i'm not a just a punk, i'm not just a rockabilly/psychobilly kid, i'm not a hippy, i'm not a skater, i'm not a lot of things... yet I AM a lot of things. I fit no single category. And I like it that way.
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spadez:
Here here, I grew up around an MC in California and I gotta say I am glad you aren't as biker as your bretheren.
guitargeek:
Remember to hold onto the big end when you smack somebody with the cue. If you hit them with the big end, it might break off, leaving you holding the skinny end.