Here it is the history of the middle finger. http://http://www.ooze.com/finger/html/history.html 

 
 

 


If you want to be a contributor send an email to marcaw685@yahoo.com. Tell me who the fuck you are( your name). I'm not adding any dumb asses.
I think I've finally figured how do make you a motherfucking contributor.

MOTHER. 

 


I think I've figured it out. Everything should be back to normal. Somehow I got two wild motherfucking sites going. Anyone should be albe to post to this site.

MOTHER. 

 


This pic was on my other site describing how motherfucking amazing this bike is but I'm not going to retype it hear because.......

MOTHER. 

What the fuck

Somehow I've got two wild motherfucker sites going. So I've been posting to this other site that just doesn't look right. It's evil. Oh well there another site with stupid shit on it for the world to look at

MOTHER 

Cyclocross Satrday

Twas a good day at the park. Showed up on my new stead. A motherfucking serotta legend ti thanks to samsam. Motherfucker I knew it would be a nice bike. I'd been teasing LBC for years about buying one but couldn't justify it. Maybe I didn't buy it from the store but a store employee is just as good. Oh yea, I can justify it now. Especially after riding that lemond sled. My back was in good shape after the race. Usually it's screaming for a small oriental woman. If you see me smiling while riding that bitch then you'll know my exact words.

No pics from me today. I was in stupid bike racer mentality so I forgot my camera to take pics of the race but go to CVO's site.

The wild motherfuckers on holligan hill. I show up and things looked chaotic. I knew someone would have beer all I had to do was ask. Then there was the wild motherfuckers racing up the hill. I'm glad that I can get both perspecives of this spectacle. One from a racers view and one from a fans. Some of the styles to conquering that hill are hill(arious)........

Sasquatch: aka Matt Tillingast. Throw some hair on him and we've got a siting in Nebraska.

Tommorrow another day of cross. Should be just as good.

MOTHER.

MOTHERFUCKING Arizona sunset.

MOTHER.
 
 

These people were so nice. They fed me and we had good conversation. They wondered how I could stay in a tent all night when it got so cold. They were from seattle and offered me a place to stay and visit. Arizona.

MOTHER.

 
 

Too many motherfucking camping rules. I'm staying for free. Kiss my ass arizona.

MOTHER.
 
 

What's Arizona good for? Blowing the fucker up. Please stay on the motherfucking road.

MOTHER.
 
 

MOTHERFUCKER, did you just ride through that mud pit. I think you cheated cause there ain't no mud on you.

MOTHER.
 
 

MOTHERDUCKING FUCK

MOTHER.
 
 

Wild motherfucking photographer peeing again. That going to pollute the fuck out of the columbia river

MOTHER.
 
 

Portland or bust. Or follow us. Motherfucking hot oregon chics.

MOTHER.
 
 

Wild motherfucker drives like a bat out of hell through the snow covered roads of the rockies so nobody can sleep. Then things calm down and he's wrapped up like a motherfucking burrito during fiesta time down south of the border. Feed that motherfucking duck some bread so he can poop on our mexican freind.
MOTHER.
 
 

Don't pee on the minivan wild motherfucking photographer. I want my deposit back
MOTHER.
 
 

Wild Motherfucker Photographer from cyclingnews.com
 
 

 


Hello, I am professional photographer from cyclingnews.com. Motherfucking please pose for the camera. Thank you.

MOTHER. 

 


Should I pierce it?

MOTHER. 

 


AH SO! Oriental guy say, " You got to have motherfucking fresh breath before bike race. Maybe it counter the bad order coming from asshole". 

 


Jim you look to happy in the back of Craig's jeep. THis isn't laughing gas.

Mother. 

 


The first step to meeting motherfucking drunk chics. Have Jim approach them in a hooded sweatshirt from the rear.

MOTHER. 

 


Drunk chics you meet while bike racing in Iowa city. Motherfucking wild.

MOTHER. 

 
 

Here We Go Part II

Motherfucker, sorry. Motherfucker meat factory got me up at 3:30 till 7 most days this week. I had to email my boss today and tell the motherfucking bitch that "last night I fell asleep right when I got home. I was on the the coach, feet on the coffee table, ear to the motherfucking phone and a bottle of Miller High Life between my legs". I woke up with only 3/4ths of it drank. That's when I got pissed. I also told her that I need a motherfucking fat mexican whore to clean, cook, shovel motherfucking snow.

See, I have to email my boss, even though she's right around the corner and I can see her motherfucking red hat throught the window from my desk, 'cause she's weird like that. No, I can't talk to her 'cause email is the way to communicate in the motherfucking meat factory. A lot of hand signals also. That's 'cause it's so MOTHERFUCKING loud and nobody speaks MOTHERFUCKING english but the meat gets packed.

I've got my eye on this one mexican girl. She can shovel hamburger like no girl I know. I'm just thinking about motherfucking snow.

Oh yea, I'm also pissed 'cause I haven't ridden since sunday. When you get home and it's time for bed what the fuck. I can't have that. So I tell the motherfucking boss lady " I can't work more than 9 hours a day. I'm losing out on my social life". That was a fucking lie. Bike racers don't have social lives. The only social interaction I have is giving the wild motherfuckers universal signal to motorist. When they stop I get to actually say something meaningful to them. Things like " you stupid motherfucker, get a little closer and you might actually kill me the next time". I like the tax yell conversation. It usually goes like this " get off the road you don't pay taxes". " Motherfucker, how'd you know but just in Lincoln".

OK, now any of you motherfucking cycloxer's that want to take advantage of me this weekend it shouldn't be so hard. Whenever I don't ride for 2 days or more I blow up big time. My legs swell up like motherfucking pasta being cooked.

I want to end this on a good note. This motherfucker meat factory job can go to hell. I will get on my bike and ride. Next week leading up to decembers races I will ride my nuts off. Left nut right nut and third nut. Leave my nuts in the ditch motherfuckers. I'll pick them up later. Time to drink and sleeeeeeeeep. MOTHER.

Identity theft

See the problem with stealing my identity is that the person that does will loose there identity. Wild motherfucker stands for something. It's never been used to many times but................

 
 

Motherfucker YES!
Ms. Miller girl you the one. YOu are the champagne of bottle beer. How many nights have we gone to bed together. The next mourning you always greet with a smile as I take aim for the water treatment plant. Sometimes your with me for most of day. Always reminding me of the great time we had the night before. You swoon in my brain endlessly throughout those days. I reserve a spot for you in my home.

Your the best thing made in the USA. Cheers to you and all who are overwhelmed by you. The Wild motherfuckers beer of choice.
MOTHER. OUT.