red riding hood on a hog
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April 28, 2010 at 8:33 am
Image is either flipped or the artist doesn’t know his bikes. The air filter, exhausts and drive belt are on the wrong side.
April 28, 2010 at 8:38 am
This is ARTAAAAAAAAAA!
April 28, 2010 at 8:43 am
What you say?!
April 28, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Just talkin bout Shaft.
April 28, 2010 at 8:42 am
the wolf biker instead is perfectly represented
April 28, 2010 at 11:04 am
On a custom bike, they can be wherever you want them to be. And this big bad wolf looks like he doesn’t like to conform to standards. Incidentally, neither does not so little red riding hood. The perfect couple. Good on them.
Oh look! Bunnies!!
April 28, 2010 at 9:32 am
The only thing she needed to hear to get on the bike with him.
RRH: “My, Mr. Wolf, what a big tongue you have!”
W: “All the better to lick your snatch with!”
April 28, 2010 at 12:47 pm
This reminds me of a song I wrote when I was drumming for a rock group back around 2001. The song was titled “Creeper” And I shall share those lyrics now…
Down in the valley there’s a tunnel in a hill to a land where imaginary creatures love to chill, and they come out in the night, through the fog, to your home, making many creepy noises so you know you’re not alone (chorus) “My what bloodshot eyes you have, my what big ol’ fang’s you have”, Out came the Big Bad Wolf one night, with a fatty in his hand, singing “soon i’ll huff, and i’ll puff on this dope shit” yes, it was good, now his eyes are a little red, ridin’ through the hood, with a smile on his fangs and a flame in his eye, scoping on the little debbies lookin’ for some cherry pie, when he came across a young blonde, five foot two, in a tight red dress and her eyes fire blue, she was looking for some trouble, this much I confess, so she asked if she could ride and I said “Hell Yes” , there was evil in the air, and seduction on his mind, there was black magic in her heart of a different kind, and the anger and desire and the sex roll into one, bringing pain and extacy till the morning sun. (Chorus) “My what bloodshot eyes you have, my what big ol’ fangs you have, he ate that bitch but I don’t need her, he gave me the creeps, he gave me the creepers”. /Good memories of rocking out in Orange County
April 29, 2010 at 10:38 am
tl:dr
April 28, 2010 at 9:18 pm
Red is a slut.