REAL COOL SHIT - REAL BIKES, REAL CARS, REAL TUNES . . . . AND A LI'L BIT OF REAL VITRIOLIC RANTING . . . . AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER COOL STUFF THAT GIVES ME THE HORN . . . . unless otherwise stated, all words, blurbs and drivel herein are entirely mine. I hope you dig it. All my personal photos can be enlarged by clicking on the image.
Friday, 17 January 2014
HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT ENJOY GOOD INK . . . . GROWING UP AS A KID SURROUNDED BY SAILORS COVERED IN TATTS, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN A FASCINATION . . . . I COULD STARE AT GREAT WORK FOREVER . . . . A PIECE IN PROGRESS ON A MATE OF MY BEST BUDDY, SUPER GROOVY !!!
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why the fuck would you want to get tattooed? it must hurt, you will be judged as some sort of 'social outcast' and haven't they heard of dirty needles? sorry, just don't get it me, fucking freaks......
ReplyDeleteLook mate, I really don't give a rat's about the opinions of narrowminded, straight laced, pompous, sanctimonious types such as yourself, try stepping outside the safety zone and enjoying life. Buy a motorcycle, get some good music, travel a bit and you might be able to enjoy life and appreciate those who really embrace it . . . fuckwit.
DeleteHahaha...funny stuff...that is an amazing bit of artwork there. The wind up 'Zilla is too cool.
ReplyDeletelisten bruce, you aussie's are a load of gobby, ex-brit's, cricket? what the fuck is that all about? get some blood on 'yer boots ned kelly! football's where it's at, we don't give two shits you won the ashes, i'm sticking with my original post, tattoo's? scarred for life like some sort of felon, motorcycles? dangerous, noisy, smelly and anti-social, travel? broadening one's horizon's? why? i'd rather stick closer to home, music? well now your talking, barry manilow, abba, nice, safe, middle of the road adult rock, great, so take that and stick it in your dangling cork beeny hat you kangaroo fiddler.....
ReplyDeleteFucking Derbyshire dancing boy, softer than gran's junket . . . you just continue on living your closeted, braindead little life, stepping out for some ultra violence at the silly football, sipping on your warm piss, dreaming that you might one day have enough balls to go two-up on a Vespa, get yourself touched up by Rolf fucking Harris while your softcock, gentlemen mates take polaroids as you pipe the sounds of Englebert Humpadog into the kitchen as the Yorkshire pud gets burnt in the oven, good luck with growing a mind you fucking illiterate Jack Russell fetishist.
ReplyDeleteBut...you gotta admit he has good taste when it comes to bedclothes and slippers....
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