So....
An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman were without tickets for the opening ceremonies of the summer Olympics but hoped to be able to talk their way in at the gate. Security was very tight, however, and each of their attempts was met with a stern refusal.
While wandering around outside the stadium, the Englishman came upon construction site, which gave him an idea. Grabbing a length of scaffolding, he presented himself at the gate and said, "Johnson, the pole vault," and was admitted.
The Scotsman, overhearing this, went at once to search the site. When he came up with a sledge hammer, he presented himself at the gate and said, "McTavish, the hammer." He was also admitted.
The Irishman combed the site for an hour and was nearly ready to give up when he spotted his ticket in. Seizing a roll of barbed wire, he presented himself at the gate and announced, "O'Sullivan, fencing."
It's made up of steel, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made up of wheels, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made up of kings, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made of True Metal, it is a ****ing tricycle !!
Kings metal power true steel oh yeah !
Nanowar'll always be there !
Tricycles of steel ! trycicles of steel !
Pollution is low, no fuel to go
We ride the the tricycles of steel !
WE RIDE THE TRICYCLES OF STEEL !!
Din din, the bell rings, our tricycles are for kings
(They run just like they had unicorn wings)
Din din, the bell plays, our ticycles are for gays
(Because there's no saddle where our ass lays)
Originally posted by dave_kodakHAHA
It's made up of steel, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made up of wheels, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made up of kings, but it's not a motorcycle
It's made of True Metal, it is a ****ing tricycle !!Kings metal power true steel oh yeah !
Nanowar'll always be there !Tricycles of steel ! trycicles of steel !
Pollution is low, no fuel to go
We ride the the tricycles of steel !
WE RIDE THE TRICYCLES OF STEEL !!Din din, the bell rings, our tricycles are for kings
(They run just like they had unicorn wings)
Din din, the bell plays, our ticycles are for gays
(Because there's no saddle where our ass lays)