Buckster

I’m spoiled for choice this month.

It was closed,I have been in it before.

I went looking for famous people today but misread the names, instead of finding Blackadder I ended up at Whiteadder Reservoir. To get there I headed to the Lammermuir Hills. Instead of taking the route I know well I headed east to the reservoir, I had seen it from a distance but wanted to see it up close, it’s a huge body of water, I was surprised just how big the reservoir was. From here I decided to head to North Berwick, I had two options, a conventional road out of the hills or a single track road, the single track looked okay so I headed that way. I saw plenty of Petes girlfriends although a lot of them looked like they could defend themselves from his advances. After about three miles the road turned into more of a track as it went through a forest, in a lot of places it was washed out completely and trees were laying on the edge, there was even this one over the track. The Glide took it all in its stride of course and eventually the track opened up and I could see the coastline of Dunbar and beyond in the distance. I headed down through Dunbar and onto the coast road towards North Berwick, on the way I passed Tantallon Castle and could see the Bass Rock in the distance. I headed down into North Berwick to my favourite chip shop and had a fish supper sat on the bike before heading back to Edinburgh.

She said she wasn’t going to speak about that.

I retrospect I have decided to allow this as it gives wee chinky cunts the opportunity to aspire to my excellence. I'm caring like that.

I’m suing.

Found a couple of options today for resting bitch face.

So today I headed south into the Scottish Borders. I travelled down the A7 which is a great biking road about 50miles to Selkirk. From there I headed along the Yarrow Valley. Saw some of Pete's love interests. Then headed along to St. Mary's Loch, i just missed taking a picture of a fighter jet doing a low pass over the water which looked impressive. He was probably just oggling my Harley. I stopped off at Loch of the Lowes which feeds into St.Mary's Loch and checked out the sights. From here I continued toward Moffat, the scenery was off the wall. After Moffat I rode the A701 then picked up the A72 to Peebles and back to Edinburgh. 145 miles in total.

What kind of knob jockey would buy a Himalayan when they could get one of these? Oh yeah…….

Fugly.

Cunt.

Are they Russian?

Maybe you can find a bridge for her to live under.

Cave?

The friendly people don’t need to be eradicated, just sterilised, in the meantime they can be used as slave labour and organ donors.

There we have it, Father and son both pussy whipped.

Do you want a list?

Is she a proctologist then?