Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Old Man Shouts At Clouds

If I get caught riding without a helmet, the Nanny State will fine me at least a couple hundred beans. If I ride in the back of the truck the way we all did when we were kids the driver gets fine.

That must be the life, eh?  ;)

1 comment:

  1. MJ: What do the medical folks at your local ER call a motorcycle rider without a helmet?
    Gallery: Gee Willikers, I don't rightly know, Mad Jack.
    MJ: You are dull, are you not. Organ donors. The people in the know call riders sans helmets organ donors.
    Gallery: Gosh.

    Yeah, all that and a fifth of gin. If I want to ride without a helmet, it's my own business and no one else's. The same thing is true for the bed of a pickup, or driving without a seatbelt on, or taking more than the prescribed dosage of Ibuprofen (which is 200 mg, and will be fine for a frail old lady that weighs 110 pounds, but for a degenerate fat ass like me it won't do a thing), or any number of things that I might do for one reason or another. I'm still here, still alive, still sick of other people telling me how to live my life.