Bountyhunter
Elite HDF Member
Joined: Apr 2005
Posts: 3,542
Likes: 2
From: Oahu, Hawaii
RE: Bountyhunter
ORIGINAL: Richard
It's not like BH to just not reply, WHERE YOU AT BH??[:-][:-]
Sorry for the mini SG pic...., and the mini BH pic....
OH where Oh where has our Bountyhunter gone, Oh where Oh where can he BEeee...
With his Draggin Baggers, and his clampless T-Rex's,.... I'll bet he scrapes his knees....
OK I'll shut up.....
It's not like BH to just not reply, WHERE YOU AT BH??[:-][:-]
Sorry for the mini SG pic...., and the mini BH pic....
OH where Oh where has our Bountyhunter gone, Oh where Oh where can he BEeee...
With his Draggin Baggers, and his clampless T-Rex's,.... I'll bet he scrapes his knees....
OK I'll shut up.....
Tourer
Joined: Dec 2005
Posts: 376
Likes: 2
From: Statesville, NC
RE: Bountyhunter
Hey hey hey...easy on Bounty Hunter. He once saved my life... That's right! I bet you guys did not that Bounty is a hero. It is not like him to brag so I am going to tell you guys what happened. I know Bounty, I promised not to say BUT they need to know.
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
Grand HDF Member
Joined: Feb 2005
Posts: 4,307
Likes: 9,428
From: Twin Cities Minnesota
RE: Bountyhunter
ORIGINAL: TBone
Hey hey hey...easy on Bounty Hunter. He once saved my life... That's right! I bet you guys did not that Bounty is a hero. It is not like him to brag so I am going to tell you guys what happened. I know Bounty, I promised not to say BUT they need to know.
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
Hey hey hey...easy on Bounty Hunter. He once saved my life... That's right! I bet you guys did not that Bounty is a hero. It is not like him to brag so I am going to tell you guys what happened. I know Bounty, I promised not to say BUT they need to know.
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
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Road Warrior
Joined: Jan 2006
Posts: 1,808
Likes: 0
From: Waynesville, NC
RE: Bountyhunter
ORIGINAL: TBone
Hey hey hey...easy on Bounty Hunter. He once saved my life... That's right! I bet you guys did not that Bounty is a hero. It is not like him to brag so I am going to tell you guys what happened. I know Bounty, I promised not to say BUT they need to know.
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
Hey hey hey...easy on Bounty Hunter. He once saved my life... That's right! I bet you guys did not that Bounty is a hero. It is not like him to brag so I am going to tell you guys what happened. I know Bounty, I promised not to say BUT they need to know.
It was a dark and stormy night. I got lost while I was riding thru Canada. (actually I heard about them strip clubs up there so I shot across the border) anyways I got lost. My old trusty metal steed was screaming for some water (gas). But there was no gas station in sight. What was I to do? Where was I to go? My heart kept racing knowing that at any minute, I could meet my maker. ( I know, little dramatic but you wasn't there so don't judge.) Anyways, it was around 10 p.m. and here I was looking for a gas station, knowing the the main attraction usually comes on the stage now, getting really pissed. As I started to climb another hill, it happened. I found a gas station! I pulled up to give my beast the drink it had been longing for( I really don't talk like this but for the sake of the story I thought I would try) when to my surprise I realized all I had was American money and not any of that fake stuff they use up there. The gas attendant kept calling me some sort of bloody bugger( whatever that means) and I had had just about enough of his little Canadian attitude. You know what I mean.. heh. I was just about to show him how we kick *** oops I am still in Canada... arsh the good old U.S.A. style when out of the blue, another fellow biker stopped. It was hard to see what bike he was on because it had some sort of big orange strip going down the side blinding my vision. This guy gets off his bike and walks over studing the situation. At first, I thought he was going to ask me to by some cookies, anyone riding a bike with a big orange strip down the side what would you expect?? But seeing how I was in a strange country not really knowing there customs, this might be a symbol of some sicko perverted club that just likes to take big Americans and have there way with them. I wasn't about to give him a chance to have his way with this American so I reached down to grab my pistol when all of a sudden he said " the gas station up the street will take American dollars" Then he got back on his bike and drove away. As he was pulling out, I said to myself, Damn, those are some nice clampless exhausts he has there.
So as you can see, he is a hero..
Bob
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Road Warrior
Joined: May 2006
Posts: 1,571
Likes: 0
From: Houston Texas
RE: Bountyhunter
I will atest to his heroity, It's a dream I had,
You see, I had dreamed, that it was real foggy, and all I see is blur... the all the sudden the blur starts
to subside and I'm seeing a beautiful medow, but this is a dream, who am I? What an I?
As the sight become more apparent, I see the sun, a sea of dasies.. and I'm in the middle of them..
Wait, I AM a Daisey... I look up, what do I see, Two brown legs, a tail and it's rising.. what tha...
Then all the sudden, I here a vicious ROAR, and the two legs and tail ran off... I look around
And to my suprize, ther he is THE BOUNTYHUNTER, In his clampless and draggin glory!
Ihadonly herd stories as a seedlin, Had just saveed me from a horrid fate,
Only to look and see some of my fellow daisies, had fallen to the stinky blob's mastery....
Then I woke up, got the phone and made a dr.'s appoimntment...
You see, I had dreamed, that it was real foggy, and all I see is blur... the all the sudden the blur starts
to subside and I'm seeing a beautiful medow, but this is a dream, who am I? What an I?
As the sight become more apparent, I see the sun, a sea of dasies.. and I'm in the middle of them..
Wait, I AM a Daisey... I look up, what do I see, Two brown legs, a tail and it's rising.. what tha...
Then all the sudden, I here a vicious ROAR, and the two legs and tail ran off... I look around
And to my suprize, ther he is THE BOUNTYHUNTER, In his clampless and draggin glory!
Ihadonly herd stories as a seedlin, Had just saveed me from a horrid fate,
Only to look and see some of my fellow daisies, had fallen to the stinky blob's mastery....
Then I woke up, got the phone and made a dr.'s appoimntment...
Extreme HDF Member
Joined: Sep 2006
Posts: 10,920
Likes: 6
From: Upstate New York
RE: Bountyhunter
I read in the paper up here, that BH got busted at the border, trying to smuggle Illegals into our country..
It appears he can hide an entire aisan family inside them big ol pipes. but our customs officers stopped him
in Northern NY!!..
explains how he was abble to afford all them "add-ons"
It appears he can hide an entire aisan family inside them big ol pipes. but our customs officers stopped him
in Northern NY!!..
explains how he was abble to afford all them "add-ons"
