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Firken Saturday
Midnight Sun Cohohoho 3 Pints and Pie Yum |
Cask Conditioned Brew
Double Malt Hoppy Goodness Cafe Amsterdam |
Skid to the casing
No flats to speak of this night Things are going well |
the oak cask's a womb
nurturing that barley malt the water of life |
mexican bingo
combine with a drinking game equal drunk haiku (hard to explain...... heads gonna hurt tomorrow....) http://www.stampington.com/html/lote...can_bingo.html |
sock'd in ketchikan,
endless deluge from above; don't ever move here |
I totally don't
Want to be an @sshole but You guys drink too much |
Despite best desires
Man falters, missing the mark. Sorry casual |
Originally Posted by Placid Casual
I totally don't
Want to be an @sshole but You guys drink too much an apology you make that echoes in hell? and from Friday: I captured the moon in a glass made in Pittsburg the ground has risen |
apricot yeast piss
elevates buk rhetoric to beatific forms so urge till next dusk you're sexy a priori :: lose those ****ed-up gears too hard on the brakes again with your knees smile at my corpse |
an unplanned evening
we saw a tired sunrise lager water sleep |
One more for the road.
Seriously, I'm OK... One more BEER, damnit! |
Sore from riding hard
Tired from a day gone too long Still I put off rest |
Sunday overtime
Work can kiss my goddamn a$$ Need whiskey to sleep |
late work here, too, but
need whiskey to keep going i'll sleep when i'm dead |
Don-were you drunk with a torch!?!?! Sweet!
Can't wait to see that frame!! ;) |
Originally Posted by [165]
Don-were you drunk with a torch!?!?! Sweet!
Can't wait to see that frame!! ;) one sixty five that's not a haiku |
fixie riders are so darn
artistic booze equals art great thread you bassturds i suck at haiku when sober |
If zombies would walk
taunting I'd skid through their drool die and be eaten |
Links of chain dirt black
Asphalt rubber grime and grease Clean signifies Weak |
bike seat comfortable
office chair uncomfortable have to pay the bills |
orion's fall knight
homebrew beer pong and whiskey ride home tomorrow |
Riding drunk at night
Under streetlights of amber Shadows race me home |
Black grease and white noise
Winter rages in silence The hum of rollers |
rode to the Khyber
they screened that new Dylan flick dollar Blue Ribbon |
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