The epidemy of bad luck Some of you already know about how much bad luck I've had these past few months....well this one tops them all. I went to the Mall of America last night for happy hour at Hooters. I came out and my bike was gone. Stolen. I am so sad...it's hurts to know that some bitch out there is f*cking riding my baby!!!! I hope that bitch dies in a horrible horrible accident from riding my yellow furry. I reported it to the police and insurance people. I just don't want think about it anymore, I just hope they find it and it comes back to me. If YOU took my bike and you're reading this right now, please return it. You have my word that I won't hurt you or turn you in. But if you're reading this and you took my bike and you don't return it to me, YOU better pray to God/Budha/Ala/or whatever cuz if I f*ckin ever see on my bike I will run your f*ckin ass over. Don't mess with a Chinese man's motorcycle, never ever. Ok I know hate won't bring it back, but all you thieves out there will burn like a mother f*cker.