UnbAlanced
THEY HAVE NO SOUL, YOU KNOW
Published on April 18th, 2016 | by Al
There had to be a way that I could help make 1 April better... Read More →
Published on April 18th, 2016 | by Al
There had to be a way that I could help make 1 April better... Read More →
Published on April 4th, 2016 | by Al
Cracker of a road. Twenty five kilometres of tar swervery, and then dirt for the last ten kilometres or so into Glen Davis.... Read More →
Published on March 21st, 2016 | by Al
The homos had the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras on Saturday, which included a bunch of overweight lesbians riding motorcycles up Oxford Street without helmets on, which is illegal unless, apparently, one is homosexual. I can... Read More →
Published on March 7th, 2016 | by Al
Places have great names out there past Curly Dick Road at Meadow Flat... Read More →
Published on February 22nd, 2016 | by Al
The cops came around to seize my hunting rifles on the day that the mujaheddin shot the police accountant in the head near the German Bier Café.... Read More →
Published on February 8th, 2016 | by Al
Ben called me at work, and said he was riding home from Mudgee on the SV and just after he turned on to the dirt road a kangaroo hopped into the side of his bike .... Read More →
Published on January 11th, 2016 | by Al
It rained overnight, and after breakfast the girl-child busied herself feeding chickens and gathering eggs and renewing her acquaintance with the dogs. Ben did a couple of hour’s work in the main shed. I changed the... Read More →
Published on December 21st, 2015 | by Al
I decided I would prepare myself for the nouvelle regime... Read More →
Published on December 7th, 2015 | by Al
“I took that Michelin you gave me in to the bike shop in Mudgee to have it fitted,” Ben told me on the phone... Read More →
Published on November 23rd, 2015 | by Al
The cop asked for my licence. “Why do you want my licence?” I asked.... Read More →