Hayholes mum

Fuck, ive done 3 posts, why not add another.... mathers bike is exactly the same engine, if you wanna come over and do some parts elimination you can do that.

Is your intake manifold sealed properly?

Try another battery too, remember that if you have a dead cell it wont dump the excess viltage to earth and will give you high voltage.

I had the same high voltage problem on my GL145 motor... fucked around for ages trying to fix it, in the end i put one of those big honda type 6 wire regulator/ rectifiers on... sorted the problem instantly. This is also whats on mathers engine and it pumps out a smooth 12.8 volts

Is your fuel situation all good? How dirty is your fuel tank? Do you have a filter? Is it blocked with tank rust? Are your jets full of rusty muck? Could be clogged up jets... happens all the time wuth old fuel tanks and causes running issues that feel like electrical problems, super fune rust particles get past the filter and build up in the carb.

This thing is making me so moist.

Talk about Meke my Waka Brooklyn style.

Sounds like a lot man on man shit. Not surprised

Jelous. It was over a week ago now, and im still having to rub savlon on the back of my throat.

Um, so whats going on? Did you get this finished in time? Did you ride it to wanganui? Did chicks throw their pussys at you? Did everyone in a 100km radius of you need earhole transplants due to the noise? Did you blow so many dudes that you got semen poisoning? Did anything wierd happen in your motel room? Wheres the update?

Your mum has poor semen return to the head.

Ass bandit.

It will be done when you come over.... if you come over in say 2 years time.

7.2 weeks till boxing day.

51 days till boxing day.

1/2 an hour per day working on bike equals 25.5 hours.

Not long son, not long.

There is 13 weeks till boxing day,

Which is 91 days,

Which is 2186 hours.

Half an hour per day, 7 days a week till Xmas equals 45.5 hours. That's not much... Tick tick tick tick.

Grinter: hey Dadums, funny thing happened to me today, I was mopping the bathroom floor, slipped over, and my ballsack and dick got stuck between my legs. I stood up, looked in the mirror, and it looked like I had a vagina!

Dadums: whoa dude, that's seriously fucked! Same thing happened to me today as well... Snap!

Grinter: Anyways, totally unrelated, but I can't make that cruise. Sad face.

Dadums: me neither can't make it, for the same reason.

Grinter: Dadums, have I told you that you rock?

Dadums: Yes Grinter, you have.

I'm back, I'm back, I'm back you bitch,

All this talk of jizz makes my scunge-hole itch.

I'll build a bike, I'll build a steed,

You'll cum so hard your eyes will bleed.

I'll ride it to town, I'll ride round the block,

I'll suck your foreskin like Mr Spock.

I'm forty now and my party was fun,

My anus consumed 6 litres of cum.

Mums (real mum) over from Ozzie next week, Ive taken a week off work, might try and lower the front end if I get a day where we arn't doing anything.

that is all.

What's this "real mum" shit, dick?

I'm your real mum. You came out of my butthole... Remember?

Slutbags, we have some broken down pallet wood at work if you want it.

Good luck with that. Giving anything to the Pinga is like giving a windscreen wiper to a Kea.... And he will have to do them outside cause his workshop is stacked 3m deep with old tvs, pallets, roller blades and other "really good stuff"

Stig of the Dump.

Blah blah blah, you and your garage problems. We have been through this before. Start a controlled fire around the door, ensure that you keep it under control so it doesn't burn your junk/"good stuff". When the door is completely destroyed by fire, leave contents of garage exposed for 24 hours. Anything that has been stolen (probably nothing) claim on insurance, and everything that is left, set fire to and claim it from insurance as burnt in first fire... You should end up with at least 40 bucks.

Buy car, half finish it, sell it. Buy car, half finish it, sell it. Buy car, half finish it, sell it. Wet pants. Buy car, half finish it, sell it. Break arm, buy car, half finish it, sell it etc etc.

John the polisher. Based at his house in Newtown, almost a dwarf, was an extra in Lord of The Rings, likes beer, polishes shit for cash,is a good cunt, 021841820

Just keep putting grungier bulbs in until it stops happening.

I was watching this show, then a lightning storm struck,

My poor mans TV really turned to fuck.

Im pretty sure that I missed nothing good,

Just a bunch of homos, rimming bums in the hood.*

Simon Morton may have given them merit,

But what does he know, he's a Chutney Feret.*

*(The opinions in this poem are not necessarily those of Hayholes Mum)

It carries nothing.

It carries beer.

I ride it in my underwear.

*no photo*

I saw Big Valve down at Oriental Parade,

He exploded inside me like a hand grenade.

If you wanna see my bike, and do some stunts,

Come and see me, you paedophile cunts.

I'm all woman, look at my profile pic,

If that's my face, just imagine my mick.

My tits are like offal in a stretched woolen sock,

Come round to my house, rub that shit on your cock.

You must think im like peter ellis

However I promise no kid's touched my phallus

Best line of poetry so far.