
There’s something magical about mentally deficient people and motorcycles. When these two dangerous things come together, it’s as magical as a unicorn getting those deep grass stains out of your baseball pants without using bleach. Following the fold is a solid montage of motorcycle crashes that made me both laugh and cringe. And then I laughed some more, because I realize that sharing videos like this is what I get paid to do. But the credit goes to the stars of the show below. God bless them, and God bless these fifty United States.



at least the guy at 1:33 could say “i meant to do that.”
Sometimes I’m on I-95 really late at night and packs of these homos surround my car and start poppin wheelies and shit. I pray with every fiber of my being that this will happen to one of them.
Where have you gone, Charles Darwin?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
That could’ve been five hours long and it still would’ve been too short.
i cold watch that shit all day. . .well im waiting