Smudged Bob Jackson

As opposed to the 3 hours of everyone's life that have now been wasted, and we're not going to get them back.

Speak for yourself

Whoosh. Learn to internets.

teh. I mean meh

I'm going to get some work done, internet twats boil my piss.

niche

I don't really see the difference between the way this thread has gone and most of the rest of the threads on the forum.

Speak for yourself

Can't believe you looked up a picture of a time machine... :-)

Maybe Doug can borrow it to go back and get his bike from somewhere else.

I don't really see the difference between the way this thread has gone and most of the rest of the threads on the forum.

True...but there is a certain grace to the expediency of the downward spiral.

I'm going to get some work done, internet twats boil my piss.

So so cutting.

Do a review!

oh dear ;)

well done doug1as, as far as i am concerned you did everthing right.

+1
Apart from the spelling of everything

my spelling can be worse

So so cutting.

Do a review!

"At last, the insult of the year has finally arrived! Cutting!" - Paul Ross, News Of The World

FWIW this would not stop me buying a Bob...

Infact been seriously considering it over past week.

this is as lame as the guy putting cling film on his white saddle as his jeans were making it blue. WTF!

cling film? better off using a condom would work as a security device
although i've got a pair of jeans with a white butt and a white saddle with blue.

what like used condom... ?

taking cycle security to a new level.

what like used condom... ?

taking cycle security to a new level.

Shit smeared on the bars, used condom over the saddle. You can faghettaboudit being nicked.

(oooh - see what i did there?)

"after a very unpleasant experience with bob jackson cycles i felt compelled to tell my story"

as though they re-enacted some kind of pelzer-esque moment, chaining you to a radiator for 17 years, beating you systematically with a pedal spanner, sticking tyre levers up your anus and making you bark like a dog, before leaving you blinking in the sunlight trying to explain that you got those smudged spearpoint lugs by 'falling down the stairs'.

Shit smeared on the bars, used condom over the saddle. You can faghettaboudit being nicked.

(oooh - see what i did there?)

Ironic, considering house thieves have a habit of leaving turds behind them.

chaining you to a radiator for 17 years, beating you systematically with a pedal spanner, sticking tyre levers up your anus and making you bark like a dog, before leaving you blinking in the sunlight trying to explain that you got those smudged spearpoint lugs by 'falling down the stairs'.

that's where you've been PJ, thought I hadn't seen any posts from you for a while…

after i had my bob jackson stolen i called them to say how it was their fault because of their varying customer service levels and lack of interest and respect for the vigorelli explosion amongst london's hipster london, and how if they hadn't done such a good job on the luglining no bristolian tea-leaf worth his salt would have looked twice. mr BJ said he was 'busy'.

after i had my bob jackson stolen i called them to say how it was their fault because of their varying customer service levels and lack of interest and respect for the vigorelli explosion amongst london's hipster london, and how if they hadn't done such a good job on the luglining no bristolian tea-leaf worth his salt would have looked twice. mr BJ said he was 'busy'.

Do a review!

after i had my bob jackson stolen i called them to say how it was their fault because of their varying customer service levels and lack of interest and respect for the vigorelli explosion amongst london's hipster london, and how if they hadn't done such a good job on the luglining no bristolian tea-leaf worth his salt would have looked twice. mr BJ said he was 'busy'.

I think the 'theft' of your BJ was an insurance job, and you were starting to feel ashamed of owning one, and being perceived as part of "the Vigorelli explosion amongst London's hipster London".

It didn't work though. You still felt the shameful fixie-man stigma, and decided there was no option other than to leave for the West Country, where you could establish the mythology of pj (pj), the original Somerset Fixeur (Somerset Fixeur).

Don't deny it, you fucking wanker.

listen, cockchops, get back in line for the rapha sample sale and let the big boys talk.

it's true!

he is a fucking wanker.

you're fucking deadmeat (read sentence however you want). that's if i ever come back to london's hipster london. quake away in your moonboots till that day cometh.

lucky i don't live there no more then.

i got a job undermining kids self-esteem in the west country.