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Ready for round 2...

Well got all Xmas gifts all done with , minus one , gonna try to get this finished for the before the weekend...

Are you seing this @Pedro , im trying very hard to keep this thread clean and those two idiots are just spreading crap all over your thread....I think you should make and example out of them , either a 24hrs bann...or the old avatar switcheroo..

He used to work in the shipping department of the fudge factory.

Explains everything id say

I know he loved it there.

Pete would have loved that photo, he was a huuuuuuuuge fan of Abergavenny bus station ............

As long as you don’t have any liver problems you should be fine.

The speedos are made in india , what did you expect ?

Being a fudge connaiseure, I have to rate this has a 9 out of 10....no easy feat...with anyone who has ever tried making some....the temperature and time is everything, only a master chef can do this...

Taste amazing, and I nailed it on the first attempt....its intoxicating...have to stop eating it...

You better take your cat to the vet...there has to be something wrong with it...

Maybe a job for when it’s warm and … nevermind, do it by the fireplace.

IF you can get it past your nose...

Sounds like the speedo glass needs a new seal....

A skilled restoration no doubt.... Bitchin' vise.

I don't have a bench man enough for that but I want it.

One of the boys who was out with us today had the same problem, mine was ok, no probs.

Pretty much a normal vice for a Harley workshop.

I noticed on my ride in the lovely cold and damp today that my speedometer is fogging up a bit, a job to look at when I take the fairing off to do the neck bearings and forks.

The prostitutes tax return A woman walks into an accountant's office and tells him that she needs to file her tax returns. The accountant says, "Well, before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions." He gets her name, address etc and then asks,"What's your occupation?" "I'm a prostitute," she says. The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, "Let's try to re phrase that." The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl". "No, that still won't work. Try again." They both think for a minute; then the woman says, "I'm an elite poultry farmer." The accountant asks, "Excuse my ignorance but what does poultry farming have to do with being a prostitute?" "Well, believe it or not, I must have raised a thousand cocks last year." "Poultry Farmer it is then !!

Probably tastes the same.

41f here this morning....definitely getting a spin on the Mullet today. Got the suspicious feeling this weather is gonna flick like a switch to full-blown Winter weather soon...

That looks like something I find in my Cats litter tray every morning