Buckster

Knob.

It was in the peado van.

You are either a man or a woman depending on if you were born male or female. You can identify as a toaster but you won’t be a toaster. It’s time to stop this nonsense,

Really appreciate this thread, it was perfect for sending me to sleep last night.

The tanks are made in China.

I can see you have very good taste.

Cock.

Any opportunity to post a picture of a young boy.

I have a week off in Octember, so will be heading off on the bike for a tour of Ingurland, no van involved. Will visit my youngest in Kent and see my sister in Londinium, I predict a severe shortage of knicker elastic by the end of the week so stock up now, it will be a good investment, prices will soar.

2, I have different tastes in music than most of you though plus I’m not a geriatric cunt, yet.

What you say Bruce?

Guess you two will be going on a van journey together soon.

Is he the milkman?

Just stay away from Chinese shite.

I’m not saying a thing.

I assumed this was going to be about Tym and the transgendered parking nazi at the beach.

About 160 miles.

Finally got around to writing this up, I have been way too busy with union stuff at work. A couple of weeks ago I went for a run out to the border with England while it is still open, if the Scottish Nazi Party get their way it will be closed at some point. I went down the A68 which would be a great motorcycling road if it wasn't for all the speed cameras but that isn't much of an issue for the tractor. As there have been complaints of not enough pictures I went out of my way to take some. So here we are just outside Edinburgh, with those lovely wind turbines. Who doesn't love a nice wind turbine? Obligatory picture of the beast. Some miles later I headed off the main road towards my first planned stop. Which was Scotts View, said to be Sir Walter Scotts favourite view in Scotland. It was an even better view this time as this beauty was there. I continued along the lanes and was going to take in one of the Abbeys in the area but it was closed still so I headed to the Wallace statue that looks over the Jedburgh Valley, it was a bit of a walk though the woods to get there, luckily I wasn't raped by trolls. They live under trees like this. Here is the man himself. and his view of the lands he won back for Scotland before he made a twat of himself and suffered a brutal end at the hands of the English. I didn't go down the hill as there were strange noises and I am a lazy fucker. I headed back to the bike, it was at this point I realised I should have asked more questions of the person I spoke with earlier who said I might see "raptors" near the Wallace statue, I looked and looked and did not see any hawks in the area at all. However on the path back through the woods I met this bastard. Luckily a couple of English fatties walked up at this point so as my reptilian friend and his family took to eating this feast that were too wobbly to get away I took a swift walk to the bike and left. I headed back to the A68 and did not stop until I got the border. Where I turned around and availed myself of a cup of tea and a cheese burger and a cigar before heading back. I even got picture of some porn for Pete, these are English sheep.

You should avoid one as well, that shit will get you arrested.

I think I will get one.

Oh great another Syrian refugee.