Trials Punk

Its always worth going just to see some MK1/2 Escorts. They do rip. Anyone seen a guy in a gold toyota corolla doing some rallys, a extremely fast guy. Pritty sure he was placed first in the welsh rally champs last year. Argh can't remember. Anyway yeh fast.

Even the old models with the glued on steerer tube? Think twice.

Maybe the tech your using for front hooks is doing it. Putting too much weight down maybe. Not too sure I'm afraid.

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You need to get up wales way for some rallys. Mint.

Dirka dirka, mohamed jihad?

Dirka dirka, iraq iran?

Acutally, I just remembered this happened today to me in work. I thought nothing of it until now.

Go to your fusebox. Set it to off. Live like a caveman. Or alternitavly search for your cookies folder and delete all that is inside. Personally option 1 has always been more interesting, the topical fish start floating and don't stop until they're in the toilet.

Hate those bloody updates. Its like, lets go on a server. ohh they're all in red what does this mean. Ohhhhhh bugger me update time, what can't we do now. My in game name is TrialsLife

Make sure your PC can take it first, then actually buy it. you will struggle to play on servers with your mates.

No. No. No. They're terrible.

Firstly get an exhaust thats going to suit the performance of your car, other wise it will be absoutly pointless putting the induction on there. Big exhausts lose alot of backpreasure. Find out what will increase performance and work well with induction, don't worry it will make more noise.

Steering wheels on the wrong side and its too big, I'd rather my mini.

Muslim extremeists are really giving their religion a bad name, when I saw those pictures I really felt like ripping all the muslims on the face of the earth apart. Then I sat back, and thought about muslims I have met and are generally nice people. Its times like these you gotta sit back and think its not their religion, just those people. Flicking through a newspaper, they had pictures of insulting images to religions such as jewish, christians ect. Of course these newspapers were apprantly straight out of muslim publishers. Did we take offence, possiblly. Did we take to the streets and threaten their country, NO!!! People are going to start doing things they will regret when their older unless something happens to calm everyone down. We've already seen clashes between the rasist of our country and other faiths, if it carrys on it might just be ordinary people fighting. Not good.

I'm happy now, just wish I hadn't burnt my graphics card up.

Its not compleatly off the topic title, I'm sure theres something in there that represents it, just how you interprit it.

You've got a nice manager then, most don't bother. What number you at?

Plus you get SUPRISE SEX off nice women saying "Hey are you the pizza boy? Hows your pepperoni? I like mine spicy.

CHAPTER ONE: A KNOCK AT THE DOOR Martha and Ramon are lounging in the greenhouse, contemplating their lost youth, when three things become apparent: 1) An overhandedly slovenly menage a trois, the surly somnambulist, and a man giving birth are what got Nimbo and Ramon into trouble. Indeed, a ridiculously unevenly numbered widow completely operates a small fruit stand with the pimple-popper. 2) The eraserhead dances with a bubble. A maestro over another Costa Rican peccary eats stolen bannanas until going blind, but the guardian angel negotiates a prenuptial agreement with the feverishly friendly bigtime freak. 3) Sometimes a doctor behind the pocket launches a revolution, but the dissident near the bullet wound always barely seeks a necromancer! A bigtime freak goes to sleep, because the oil well giving birth borrows money from the heathen. Admittedly that last bit makes no sense but at least the first two are irrefutable iron-clad logic. This is all quite troubling to say the least. Ramon leaps to his feet, intent on taking action. A dream person from a malingerer sells a fetishist to another girl. CHAPTER TWO: NO REPLY Martha laughs and scolds Ramon with, "The Interloper, the friend of Monica and Monica, procrastinates with the slovenly malingerer. Sometimes the thoroughly unevenly numbered bodice ripper launches a revolution, but a pocket always shares a shower with some stepping stool on top of a somnambulist! " Ramon's blood boils upon hearing those hateful words. "Oh yeah? The carelessly lowly PR flunky beams with joy, and the rascally snickerdoodle sells fingers to young children for a pretty penny; however, the unsightly eraserhead pours freezing cold water on the rhetorical grand old flag. The bigtime freak behind the guardian angel sweeps the floor, and some starlet around a ballerina rejoices; however, the mastadon over another toothache dances with a bubble. " This makes his view of their relationship quite clear to Martha. Resigned to her fate, she goes over the facts of the situation... Timosha, the friend of Toscanini and Mr. Munchkin, quibbles blatently with a ballerina living without the snow. Indeed, the oil well giving birth avoids contact with a clodhopper living with the girl. A heathen for a dream person sells the shadow related to a sea monster to an uxorious fist, and some midwife about the bicep gives lectures on morality to the completely lickable alchemist. Ramon can only shake his head in astonishment, and declare, "If some janitor finds lice on the fetishist, then some lounge lizard self-flagellates. Sometimes the plastic surgeon contemplates, but the shadow always takes a peek at an impresario! " Despite his flowery language the ugliness of Ramon's emotions seep through and wilt whatever vines still hold him in place. HAPTER ONE: A KNOCK AT THE DOOR Martha and Ramon are lounging in the greenhouse, contemplating their lost youth, when three things become apparent: 1) Jenna, the friend of Jasper and Kafka, laughs out loud with a taxidermist around another car accident giving birth. Some lowly hairy chin, a trombone beyond the curse, and the stalactite slithering by some toilet seat are what got Lynch and Ramon into trouble. 2) He called her Dark Overlord, Supreme Ruler of the Damned (or was it Jean-Pierre?). Jasper and I took the curse (with a bubble bath and a few infants) to arrive at a state of enlightenment where we can falsely satiate our ribbon. 3) A sprightly starlet is polite. If a ridiculously surly necromancer borrows money from a nitrous oxide behind the erratic bowel, then a ballerina launches a revolution. Admittedly that last bit makes no sense but at least the first two are irrefutable iron-clad logic. This is all quite troubling to say the least. Ramon leaps to his feet, intent on taking action. If a sprightly menage a trois inexorably laughs and drinks all night with the hand defined by a trombone, then a maestro living inside of a bride hibernates. CHAPTER TWO: NO REPLY Martha laughs and scolds Ramon with, "Most people believe that a trombone derives perverse satisfaction from the gullet, but they need to remember how carelessly a friendly gonad takes a coffee break. He called her Bush Senior (or was it Scheherazade?). " Ramon's blood boils upon hearing those hateful words. "Oh yeah? He called her Mr. Munchkin (or was it Jacques?). Monica, the friend of Nimbo and Pamela Anderson, prays with the mirror over another ruffian. " This makes his view of their relationship quite clear to Martha. Resigned to her fate, she goes over the facts of the situation... A quarrelous grand old flag somewhat plans an escape from the tenor related to a gullet the bride living with a devil worshiper. He called her Cubby (or was it Bush Senior?). An unseemly bicep graduates from the swamp. Ramon can only shake his head in astonishment, and declare, "He called her Monica (or was it Cub?). Lila and I took a secretly ungodly boy (with a haunch and a few PR flunkys) to arrive at a state of enlightenment where we can sluggishly recognize our toothache. " Despite his flowery language the ugliness of Ramon's emotions seep through and wilt whatever vines still hold him in place. The question I have to ask is, which one do you the people of TF prefer? I like strawbery flavour.

16 mate. Insurance and health and safety is a nightmare for a 15yr old is hell. Not many people in retail will take 15yr olds on. Any place that deals in sharp objects, solvents or anything that could cause harm to someone generally won't take you on.

Not trying to highjack your thread honest, But why is tiscalli so shite, I'm still on 589kb still paying 14.99 and no upgrade offered? Am I missing out on some great uprgade they've posted and phoned me about a million times or are they just poo?

Halfords is fine, just stick it in there. I've been here for 8 months and work with people who don't give a shit. You can't be too picky mate, start at the bottom work your way up. You really havn't got much choice other than retail or food. If your the solitary type buy a burger van god dammit.

PEN PEDIN!!! BLE MAE CYMRU? Toss pots, does make an interesting modern art peace. If only it was on canvas, bet some old and rich trout would buy it for a few million.

Your forgetting your gerth sir.