Names and faces to bikes

super size DRUNK EYES!!!

Nice bike btw

my new cinelli bar tape, blb grips and russell frame (I think the previous pic here had my old frame)

can be seen commuting east

why thank you, I try my hardest (drunk eyes)

Frosty, you just got your bike on Saturday did you?

Though as much, I witnessed your bike being put together by TokyoFixedGear on Saturday morning.

wooooooo. Edscoble's exposé's.

Lets make a dispatches series.......

Go on then.

Honk if you're lonely tonight.

honk honk...

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Why hello there.

Medik, you never told me your mother was so beautiful.

not only is she a hotty but she also does mates rates... happy to hook you up :)

A gentleman. So many folds, which one to fuck first?

And you said that you blond haired and blue eyed!
My heart is broken!

I'll wear a wig and contact lenses for you dearest.

A gentleman. So many folds, which one to fuck first?

hahaha, a gentleman always starts with the chins no?....

oops, too far?

I think pimping out your mother was the first step on the long road of 'too far'.

at least he didnt ask if you were ok sharing...

The whole forum could play hide the sausage on Medik's mother's body and not bump into each other. I'm down with that.

speak for your own sausage

I will. And stop calling me sausage.

The whole forum could play hide the sausage on Medik's mother's body and not bump into each other. I'm down with that.

look hard enough and you might find some cumberlands , a few frankfurters and maybe a chorizo a or two...

look hard enough and you might find some cumberlands , a few frankfurters and maybe a chorizo a or two...

ming

oh fuck I'd forgotten this, oops:( fucking lunch time drinking, serously... fuck. sorry mum.. i know you don't even eat frankfurters....

Jesus never forgets.

thats cos he's a big hipster show off. "ooh look at me, I'm Jesus, i can make water in to wine".
cock off mate, we all know there was ribena cordial in the bottom of that glass you poured the water in to in front of all your spok-rocker fakenger mates.
then you fill the other jugs at the table with that two for four quid paint stripper from the Turkish shop at the top of the market and everyone's shouting "ooh jesus is the son of god".

son of a bitch more like...