Okay lets start story time!
Chapter One: The three fuck tards
I went up to this guy’s house! At glance the bike looked alright a bit dirty but alright. I start his bike and it sounded like a beast. But in the back of my head I hear a tapping noise. All of a sudden this old bitter of a man comes out going Yamaha’s suck, there crap you don’t want this bike you are going to regret it. So I think to myself well fuck you man I will kick you in the throat for talking to my beautiful girl that way! As I try not kick this man, I begin to say that this bike has never given me problems, engine is strong I check the valve clearance every few desert trips etc. Once again the great giant dick yells to his son, check the oil you don’t even know if you really rebuilt the top end. So me getting in place to kick this man, I decided to be a smart ass and was like "You said your bike was rebuilt as well correct?" The boy quickly replied with yes it only has a few hours on it. the smart ass me said back "Do you have invoices of parts and labor if you had someone else do it" The old man face turned to like he was taking a shit And said "No we do not". Now in my head I am thinking how can I get on the bike pop the clutch and hit this dude with his own bike. I looked back at the man with a smile on my face and was like "Well I have all invoices of parts with dates from when I rebuilt my bike. I have them right here in this folder along with every invoice for every part I bought for the bike."
Chapter two: Fuck mess of a Staggered Start
Tap, tap, tap, that noise i keep hearing it in my head. I can't figure out what it is. Could it possibly be? Maybe just maybe. I decided to figure out what this noise could be. Was it coming from the tire? or maybe the chain? No luck in finding this noise! I scratched my head. DID YOU CHECK THE OIL, once again the old fuck tard told his son. Quickly I said the oil was changed just last week! At this point we ran into a bit of a red flag. Not a we got to start this shit over neither “red flag” nor a fuck of a mess staggered start "red flag" but a dmv red flag. When I asked about the title he was a bit worried that I might catch on. The title was no way, shape or form in his name, still in the previous owner’s name. TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL Game, Did he really just throw me a fast ball? That's one more step to me kicking all three of them in the knee cap and peeing on them. But yes he did throw me another fast ball. Just like out of comedy show. He finally said, "the title won’t be signed by the other owner until the 30th." Out of frustration peezy AKA peezy bro is Stepping into his fighting pose to fuck shit up. However peezy nicely replayed "How am i supposed to put the title into my name?" Peezy goes back to the bike and start it up once again.
Chapter Three: TAP TAP TAP
tap Tap TAp TAP TAP TAP TAP. There was the noise again. What the bike noise is it? Finally I figure the noise is coming from the engine. Like valves without sex lube, or possible a timing chain so loose as snows pussy! In my head all I could think of is “Is emily really white or just black and lying to us all?” Once peezy heard that noise the deal was off. And that is when the fuckers say "Well since your bike is older, for this deal to work I would need $650." Me looking at them and smiling and bit of a laugh I reply "Your bike is not worth it; your bike has a ticking noise, meaning there is a engine problem. You have knob’s missing from both tires. The bike is as dirty as snows ass, and your clutch is grabbing. For this deal to work it is an even trade if that. But there is no way your bike is worth 2 grand nor my bike" In my head I have just finished killing them all, and spitting on their heads
The END FUCKING FUCKs