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Ole Scooter Old Joe was my friend we called him Scooter many clubs we would visit he loved the hooters a lot of the time his bike didn't run this is when I would have my fun fine day for a ride I would say yes indeed a very fine day follow he would in his old car unable to resist the beer at the bar one day I had to visit him in my truck dreading today was his turn to buck it sat in the backyard running like new I knew what was coming it was way overdue fine day for a ride he yelled with a glow revving his engine I thought it would blow he grabbed in his clutch and kicked it in gear off through the yard face full of fear clutch cable broken he'd lost his control chain link fence taking its toll flat on his back he lay on the grass very nice trick Joe just don't go so fast Fine day for a ride Joe and you are in luck as I have plenty of room here in my truck |
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Heres one for you Vic This is a true story and believe me it was a lot funnier than it sounds.
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