The headless horseman

With the exception of caravans, 4x4's and motor homes (who in their right mind wants to spend their weekends shitting in a bucket and living like pikeys) I can think of nothing more devoid of useful purpose and utterly futile than motor bikes. On the one hand you have the hells angel type retard who has not had a wash since the midwife bathed him who prances around under the delusion he is some kind of reincarnated knight of old and is beyond the remit of law and order. On the other hand you have the suicide jockey who thinks that it is compulsory to ride like a cunt regardless of the road conditions until decapitated by a pantechnicon.

News here abouts concerns how such a 'biker' got slotted on the M40 at the weekend on his way from a 'biker' rally. Someone for whatever reason blew his brain cell out. Apparently this is not the first time such a happenstance has occured to one of these moronic shitten specimens. The shame of it is that it does not happen more frequently in order to rid us of this pernicious sickness within our society, the 'biker' and fucking motorbikes. First order of the day for my newly formed government will be to proscribe such biker gangs rapidly followed by the compulsory destruction of every single motorbike. Emergency services and dispatch riders excepted

After being scrubbed down with potassium permanganate the cretin will be given the option of finding gainful employment and becoming a viable and productive member of society or standing against a wall in front of ten armed squaddies.

READYAIMFIRE !!.

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