Tag: silly stuff

How did you end up at the Girlie Motorcycle Blog?

How did you end up at the Girlie Motorcycle Blog?

If a tree falls in the forest, does a bear poop in the woods?

Or… something like that.

What good is having a blog if no one reads it? Sure bloggers write for themselves but we strive to connect with others. That is the nature of the medium. I am always super glad to hear from you out there in the greater webby universe. I wish more of the readers would comment and say hello more often. (Yes, you.)

Though the title of my website is Fuzzygalore.com – Girlie Motorcycle Blog, I do have some content that skirts the edges of being entirely about motorcycles. Some of it is about travel destinations – which of course you could enjoy on your motorcycle, some is about the things I see when I’m riding my motorcycle and well let’s face it some of it is just about silly stuff that makes me laugh. By and large though, the content is derived from or is about motorcycles in one way or another.

And you may ask yourself: Well, how did I get here?

However you ended up here, thanks. I’m glad to have you on board. But, I am curious. Are you one of those people that found my site through any of these interesting search terms? 😉

  • termites holding hands
  • fussygalore
  • fuzzy clams
  • motorcycle themed fabric
  • night light bulb fuzzy
  • babes galore.com
  • happy butt gif
  • king pow
  • motorcycle jump game where if u win u see a lady
  • pictures of men with fuzzy butts
  • two save motorcyclist trapped by burning bike story
  • who’s it what’s it galore.com
  • you got the power maime galore


Fess up!

Do Not Read This Post For New 2010 Honda VFR 1200 News

Do Not Read This Post For New 2010 Honda VFR 1200 News

It seems like the same old news circulates around the blogosphere these days. The same spy shots, the same hot stories about new bike models or the demise of old ones. There doesn’t always seem to be room in the motorcycle blog world for the little guy who doesn’t peddle up to the minute industry news to compete. Well damn it, I may not have any hot scoops, I may not be able to help you fix your fuel injection but what I can do is be snarky. So with that, I give you:

the hideous 2010 Honda VFR 1200

2010 Honda VFR 1200 Haiku

hideous land beast
ugly giant can mocks me
moshi moshi fug

Sixteen thousand clams
have you lost your blessed mind
no free centerstand

my poor eyes they burn
Interceptor waves goodbye
foul rancid dumpling

Please – Join me with some VFR haiku of your own below!


Between a Rock and Hard Place. Which Would you Choose?

Between a Rock and Hard Place. Which Would you Choose?

Sometimes in this life we are faced with difficult choices.  We stand glaring at the proverbial rock and a hard place, faced with choosing the lesser of two evils, navigating the treacherous waters between Scylla and Charybdis. So here it is gentle reader.

Choose wisely.

Would you rather ride in to town for a crowded local bike night dressed as Batgirl on the Batgirl bike or dressed as Prince on the Purple Rain Bike?

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Batgirl on her BatbikePrince on his Purple Rain Bike 

That’s right, people. Only the hard hitting questions here.

Non-Moto: Good Eats

Non-Moto: Good Eats

Sunday afternoon I had the opportunity to meet up with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in nearly 20 years. Meetings like that immediately make me take stock of my failures and shortcomings. I assume that people will take one look at me and run away pointing and laughing a laugh that sounds like Nelson from The Simpsons.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Instead, we hopped on the subway and spent a few hours strolling around downtown. I was armed with some semblance of a plan. I wanted to get a Tokidoki Cactus Pup for my daughter at Kidrobot on Prince Street. Alas, there was nary a pup to be had and we hit the bricks again.

We found ourselves in a really interesting store that I always enjoy checking out, called Evolution. We perused bugs, skeletons, butterflies, spiders. Everything in the store is really very fascinating. I guess given that we were having such a nice time, my dear friend thought it nice to buy me a gift on the way out of the store. Naturally, Crick-Ettes snacks would be the first thing that springs to mind.

The young girl at the register assured me that there were no guts or ‘weird things’ inside of the crickets. I must say, I didn’t feel overly grossed out or anything and it seemed like a safe bet if septum-ring girl said they were okay. So we stepped out on to the sidewalk, opened the pack and I ate my first cricket. And you know what…?

HARDCORE anticlimax. I guess I imagined a crunchy, bitter, nasty taste that would make me gag. Instead it was like a hollow and airy, super-duper light cheese puff. The flavor was distinctly reminiscent of a Purina cat chow nugget. Total. Letdown.

Is it just me or is that a lot of fat for a pack of bugs?

Dollar Store Haiku: Dirty Pastries

Dollar Store Haiku: Dirty Pastries

It’s that time of year again. Time for me to once again head on over to the Dollar Tree to pick up el cheapo gift bags, wrapping paper, tape, and hideously aged candy. I have oft imagined a network of sweat-shop elves wearing beer stained wife beaters, green cigarette-burned tights and a yellowish hue in their beards, feverishly restocking the shelves of the Tree each night. All through the night their chubby digits cramming heavily dented cans of baked beans next to Swirly brand toilet brushes and seemingly brand-less bags of “Chips.”

Last night, my eye-rolling family found themselves once again humoring me as I strode up and down the aisles of the store with a curious mix of wonder and maybe I shouldn’t touch that with bare hands. All the while in my apparent oblivion I chirped things like, “isn’t that awesome?” and “ooh look at that! Can you believe it’s only a dollar?” When yes, they can in fact believe it’s only a dollar because a) it’s a piece of shit and b) every piece of shit in the store is a dollar. See how that works? The whole store… everything in it… $1.00. Hence we have, the Dollar Store err Tree.

That brings me around to one of my favorite pastimes, Dollar Store Haiku. You missed it, I know.

Innuendo Snacks
Swiss Roll in the Honey Buns
Taboo 40 States

Got Jungle Fever
You’re Icing My Zebra Cakes
Sweet Cosmic Brownie

Requires great skill
Taking on Banana Twins
Eat one from each hand