Ben Cox Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 I've come accross a man hoovering the path outside a pub before...not as random as you may think... on an average weekend, how many fag butts do you think are thrown on the path from patrons of that pub? it is the pubs responsibility to clear these up, hence the hoover. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark W Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 ITT: Joy killer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jitters Posted May 15, 2009 Author Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 not as random as you may think... on an average weekend, how many fag butts do you think are thrown on the path from patrons of that pub? it is the pubs responsibility to clear these up, hence the hoover.Ben Cox, you're required to pay 1 fun point to TF.We'd rather imagine some idiot hoovering a sidewalk for no good reason. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steve@banbury-trials Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 i think i remember seeing some knicker in a shrub birmingham city centre ,these knickers had some blood in the groin region.that was lovely Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrDoom Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 http://jforjustice.co.uk/banksters Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skoze Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 (edited) i think i remember seeing some knicker in a shrub birmingham city centre ,these knickers had some blood in the groin region.that was lovelySpeaking of which, anyone remember the skid-ridden undies in the back of Scopse's van/ Fatty's camera bag? Edited May 15, 2009 by Marvin the Martian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronz Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 Once found a Rampant Rabbit box, no vibrator to be found, just the empty box down the back of this wall in a field. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sam Nichols Posted May 15, 2009 Report Share Posted May 15, 2009 maybe 33.33333% ?You left out hermaphrodites. A third of all people are hermaphrodites? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ginger allen echo Posted May 23, 2009 Report Share Posted May 23, 2009 When out riding I came across a pigeon with its head half decapitated and most of it's entrails spewed around it. Coulden't have thought what had done it apart from it had hit a wall?Ginge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Scarlet Posted May 23, 2009 Report Share Posted May 23, 2009 (edited) On my usual route home from riding I go past a car transporter (you know the breakdown ones that have a large cab and then a ramped back which can accommodate one car).This is quite an old and beat up example of a car transporter but is still used day in and day out, and today I saw the owner getting in it, it has one built in step to climb up into the cab.However due to the age and state of the transporter, when the bloke put his weight on the step it broke away from the cab (due to the rust and corrosion on it) and he fell to the floor, such a funny sight, now he's not getting into that cab properly again!EDIT: Reading above I remembered a good one, a couple of years ago on a wall that I used to ride at regularly I found a dead squirrel, thought nothing of it until I came back the next day and found a little cross made for it out of bamboo canes and someone had printed out a little poem for it, I even have pictures. Edited May 23, 2009 by Captain Scarlet Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JonMack Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Speaking of which, anyone remember the skid-ridden undies in the back of Scopse's van/ Fatty's camera bag?Wooo DJ ride hahahaha. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrDoom Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 http://jforjustice.co.uk/banksters Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
middleageman Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 When I was in my late teens, I used to cycle race. I was out training one day with a friend in North Wales and we were descending a local hill called the Horseshoe pass. Now this road descends from 1300ft in about 2 miles and it's possible to hit 40+ mph and overtake cars and coaches on the way down. So I'm going down at full pelt and there is a cattle grid 2 thirds of the way down, which is always best to bunnyhop at speed. As I'm concentrating on this, I clear the grid, look up and a sheep has wandered into the road! Granted, not an unusual sight in rural Wales, but I'm flying on a rather light cycle at great speed. For a split second, time seemed to freeze, she was looking at me, I was looking at her. I made the choice to swerve to the right, so did the sheep, right into my back wheel. Unbelievably, I managed to hold the bike up until stopping at the roadside, looked round and the sheep had gone. My freind who was following saw the collision, he said the sheep hit the deck, sprang up and charged off up the road. The only damage to my bike was a slightly buckled rim ( ahh... Mavic!) and some blood and wool on my spokes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Hill Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 We once came across a tramp shagging a fat bird in public... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fishy Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Speaking of which, anyone remember the skid-ridden undies in the back of Scopse's van/ Fatty's camera bag/on someones windscreen? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Token Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Speaking of which, anyone remember the skid-ridden undies in the back of Scopse's van/ Fatty's camera bag?They weren't even skid ridden, she just shat herself while I was sexing her, by the way does anyone know for sure whose whiper blades on there van me an Fish stuck those skanky wench pants on? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigamac Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Nick pyke finding some cock ring sex toy or something.Like a blue hand covered in pimples with whole in middle. Then later that day saw some free runner with it tied into his hair. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LukasMcNeal Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Talking about skids reminds me that thing off of the inbetweeners 'eww you been eating cat food again?' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben John-Hynes Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Saw a tramp, like a PROPER tramp phucking a phat girl in Birmingham once. She had an 18th bday balloon. All we could hear is a faint *slap slap slap*. Yeah, she was on top. I saw his dick. Not a good day for me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David Posted May 24, 2009 Report Share Posted May 24, 2009 Saw a tramp, like a PROPER tramp phucking a phat girl in Birmingham once. She had an 18th bday balloon. All we could hear is a faint *slap slap slap*. Yeah, she was on top. I saw his dick. Not a good day for me.Good old birmingham, where abouts were they?! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mission Prodigy Trials. Posted May 25, 2009 Report Share Posted May 25, 2009 I came across an Ice cream man eating Bogeys and now I dont like Ice cream from van . and we call him " pick A nose " and he chases us . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shaun H Posted May 25, 2009 Report Share Posted May 25, 2009 Good old birmingham, where abouts were they?!Red walls. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jitters Posted June 2, 2009 Author Report Share Posted June 2, 2009 (edited) Not something found on a ride, but terribly odd. Sorry for the long story. I found it a bit comical, initially.So I roll down to this church near my house to practice on this dippy little concrete block. Having a bit of fun, I guess, and this guy on a Harley motorbike (obviously some kind of "outlaw biker") comes around the bend and cruises across the small grass field and parks his noisy piece of crap right where I was riding. Says something, but I couldn't hear him over the exhaust pipes. I say yeah or something neutral like that. He just sits there. So I just sit there. How odd. I'm wondering if he's gonna try and hit on me or something like that. Oh boy...I ask him where he's rolling in from. He points southward, "from over that-a-way" he replies. I crack a smile. That was lame. He has some kinda gangland biker patches on his back, but never did make them out. They were in that fake all-caps calligraphy that's hard to read. I wasn't exactly going to stare at him either.Soooo.... where you headed, I ask."I go wherever the wind takes me". (that's what they teach you in outlaw biker class, I think)HA! Seems I've met Clichéman™!I'm sure he saw me roll my eyes.So he sat there for a long time. So did I. Fiiiinalllly, he gets up and walks around a bit. I keep an eye on him because you never know and now I'm really beginning to wonder what this is all about. He makes his way under the bridge for a while. I figured it was to take a leak or something, but he didn't seem to be the type of guy to worry much about manners.DING DING DING! But then it all clicked.Apparently I was totally ruining his 'pickup'. I'll guess someone stashed some hefty drugs (I'll guess) under there somewhere.Uh oh! So, before I get shot, I roll up to the church and do not much of anything in hopes that he'd go away without incident.It was all so clear now. Why he made a beeline for that spot. The vague answers and odd behavior. Waiting for me to be off. I must have made that guy pretty nervous (before I got spooked and left the area) He was probably plotting on what to do with my corpse if anything went bad. He finally rode off, thank goodness! Edited June 2, 2009 by Tappets Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bikeperson45 Posted June 2, 2009 Report Share Posted June 2, 2009 hehehe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trial-biker-ryan Posted July 17, 2009 Report Share Posted July 17, 2009 (edited) I found a draw when i was about 7 and proceeded to eat it with my friend We call them draws down this end too. Power to the people!Not something found on a ride, but terribly odd. Sorry for the long story. I found it a bit comical, initially.So I roll down to this church near my house to practice on this dippy little concrete block. Having a bit of fun, I guess, and this guy on a Harley motorbike (obviously some kind of "outlaw biker") comes around the bend and cruises across the small grass field and parks his noisy piece of crap right where I was riding. Says something, but I couldn't hear him over the exhaust pipes. I say yeah or something neutral like that. He just sits there. So I just sit there. How odd. I'm wondering if he's gonna try and hit on me or something like that. Oh boy...I ask him where he's rolling in from. He points southward, "from over that-a-way" he replies. I crack a smile. That was lame. He has some kinda gangland biker patches on his back, but never did make them out. They were in that fake all-caps calligraphy that's hard to read. I wasn't exactly going to stare at him either.Soooo.... where you headed, I ask."I go wherever the wind takes me". (that's what they teach you in outlaw biker class, I think)HA! Seems I've met Clichéman™!I'm sure he saw me roll my eyes.So he sat there for a long time. So did I. Fiiiinalllly, he gets up and walks around a bit. I keep an eye on him because you never know and now I'm really beginning to wonder what this is all about. He makes his way under the bridge for a while. I figured it was to take a leak or something, but he didn't seem to be the type of guy to worry much about manners.DING DING DING! But then it all clicked.Apparently I was totally ruining his 'pickup'. I'll guess someone stashed some hefty drugs (I'll guess) under there somewhere.Uh oh! So, before I get shot, I roll up to the church and do not much of anything in hopes that he'd go away without incident.It was all so clear now. Why he made a beeline for that spot. The vague answers and odd behavior. Waiting for me to be off. I must have made that guy pretty nervous (before I got spooked and left the area) He was probably plotting on what to do with my corpse if anything went bad. He finally rode off, thank goodness!Phuck me, your an action hero! Edited July 17, 2009 by trial-biker-ryan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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