Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
This sounds like Tuesday. Also, I got an Indian. lulz
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Sons of Anarchy was decent for a season or two, but the writing became just a ridiculous self-parody after a while.
I finished the whole series, of course. Because my parents raised me to always finish what I started.
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Why is this his dads fault? Where was the other dad when this was happening?
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Why is this his dads fault? Where was the other dad when this was happening?
Harleys are a great example of why white people struggle to be interesting.
Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
Why is this his dads fault? Where was the other dad when this was happening?
WHERE WAS THE OTHER DAD?!!? It's an important point.
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Yes, at one point they were closely linked with outlaw badass motorcycle gangs. But for the past 2 decades they have basically been a mid life crisis machine for white guys who are not actually non-mainstream, but want to seem non-mainstream.
It says, “my job may require me to wear collared shirts, but my spirit is at Lake Havasu and possibly also at a unite-the-right rally.”
I don’t have anything against motorcycle gangs by the way. I support all gangs.
One of my good friends had his life ruined by his father, who was in a relatively prominent motorcycle gang. His dad was a Vietnam vet and coke dealer who realized my friend (his son) didn’t take any shit from anyone and would make a great collection agent (apparently white people give drugs on an IOU? This is not something I did).
Well anyway, fast-forward five years after high school and he’s banging chicks in the same room with his dad while torching crack and his mom is in the other room. Now, his dad is dead, his liver is failing (needs a transplant) and he’s been drinking a gallon of booze a day for about 15 years.
Anyway, I’m from Kent so this story is a point of pride.
I finished the whole series, of course. Because my parents raised me to always finish what I started.