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LANGUAGE OF COMMAND
Published on September 14th, 2015 | by Al
It is the only language that the Schäferhunds are taught to obey... Read More →
Published on September 14th, 2015 | by Al
It is the only language that the Schäferhunds are taught to obey... Read More →
Published on August 31st, 2015 | by Al
It was the third day I had been there. Thursday it was visiting the sick, Friday it was burying the dead, and Saturday it was filling the V-twins. The place wasn’t growing on me... Read More →
Published on August 17th, 2015 | by Al
A calming beer at St Albans, I thought, would be just the thing to stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood... Read More →
Published on July 21st, 2015 | by Boris
It’s relentless, isn’t it? There’s no let up. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. And it’s working. It was always going to work and that is why those who rule us do it. I... Read More →
Published on July 20th, 2015 | by Al
He said it had nothing to do with that map on the TV of forecast snow all the way up the Great Dividing Range to the Queensland border... Read More →
Published on July 6th, 2015 | by Al
One should always have a good reason to be in Lithgow. It is a cold hole of a place... Read More →
Published on June 22nd, 2015 | by Al
Phil trucked his Black Shadow back to Victoria, and the route went through Sydney... Read More →
Published on June 8th, 2015 | by Al
I instructed her to pronounce it “Doo-cart-ee”, not “Jew-catty” when cross-examined... Read More →
Published on June 4th, 2015 | by Boris
People did crazy shit in the late 80s. And motorcycle people were not exempt. Our shit was crazier than anybody else’s shit because we were crazier than anybody else. But that was fine. None of us... Read More →
Published on June 3rd, 2015 | by Boris
I think I may be turning into a vampire. From what I can tell, this is not at all that bad a thing. I have yet to open the juicy neck veins of some swooning whore... Read More →