Hello all, just want to say that this message board has been rather dull lately, to be exact! I will take the heavy responsibility of request and try to make it once fun and titilizing again, i'll start by telling you a story? "This is the story of a man named brady who had a troll under his house named "BRIAN"! You see "BRIAN" as who he is called was only 2 feet 6" and wanted to so badly own and be in the possesion of a dirtbike, so this is where it gets rather omish. Brady and "BRIAN" as who he is called were the best of friends and wanted to take that friendship to the top of the motocross world, and before I go any further-NO they were not gay, just good friends, well maybe a little gay, but who the hell really cares about a troll and brady anyway? So Brady set out to build a scaled down version of bike for "BRIAN" as who he is called. Well he did it, it took him $56,945.85 and countless man hours to get it done. But know "BRIAN" as who he is called can enjoy what all us fellow motocrossers share, beating the hell out of ourseleves and our bikes and our wallets to have a good time! Story 1 of many to follow

till next time i'm anna smithol, and remember when you're not racing,your not living!

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 15, 2000

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Hello again!! Fantastic day, isn't it? Well this story starts off in Topekale, Mass. Thats when I was in my mid thirties and very outspoken. I had a head for figures and countless energy, which all went into racing and working. I tell ya' the hardest shift at McDonalds is the night one!! ANyways, Rosco was a young butterfly when we met. He was a pro dirtbike racer and very spunky. He to, had encountered flash UFO's and alians with ray guns, but who am I to know? So one day while I was picking up my dog's crap, Rosco came for a visit. He said, Hello Sunshine! Hold on ya brother get togeather every one! So as I prepared to put the crap in a old pocketbook, so people could stop by on the street and think, ohh!, a pocketbook full of goodies! Then pick it up, put their hand in and.... PRESTO! A hand full of crap!, I said Rosco what do you want, a new dirtbike? He said no, I want your skin! And somehow crawled threw my bum (hehe) and came out my mouth?! He gathered up my skin and said "ohhhhlala, I shall take this up to the Butterfly's Tavern and see how much I can get for this. So naked to a whim and searching for my skin, Rosco came back with millions-no no wait, billions of $s and said, Friend, we have had a positve morol value story and now I have to go take a shit, a killer shit, man, by.

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 16, 2000.

I have 2 problems with the story. First of all ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. 2'nd of all why dont that guy just by the midget/pipsquiek whatever it is a pw 50. The carney would just barely fit on.

-- Penis bob (Warren Batey@aol.com), July 17, 2000.

that was boring

-- RM (bugEdude@aol.com), July 17, 2000.

So one day I got dared to ride my '73 Bultaco Ass Naked through the "Bogs"!I only had on my Tech 8 boots and they were dirty' ol' boots', anyways my dogs endlessly shited in them when they were pups, so they were a bit scwashy and smelly.-I was a good rider back in the day, with all those drugs and such!!!** So there I was, baked like a potato and smelly like shit riding threw the deeep bog. Suddenly out of nowhere thousands of naked chicks come out-- oh, wait no never mind that was the crack kicking in- but seriously there was a pack of ol' wolves. Back when I was a boy I threw out used condoms (from ma and pa) to those dogs to eat, but we grew apart and they now want to tear me apart. So, high on crack as I was I ran harder and faster until the wolves were behind, and what? A pocketbook on the side of the road? So I picked it up, and shit,full of shit!! Damn that guy and his Rosco, putting shit in pockerbooks!!

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 17, 2000.

so one time, at band camp, I stuck a flute in my (you"ll have to see "American Pie").

-- bill bradley (billbradley@aol.com), July 21, 2000.

this is definatly a dull time in the message board !

-- jenn 520 (mxchik520@aol.com), July 21, 2000.