OMR SUBCAGE [subframe cage]
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I'm pretty much always waiting on something to dry.. Bondo, plastic glue, a different plastic glue, hot glue, wood glue, clay, wax, metal filler, spot putty, you name it. And when I'm not waiting for anything to dry, I'm sanding what just dried so I can put more **** on thats going to need to dry.
lol geez
guess still beats landscaping or some other back wrenching labor in the sun
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I'm in an AC shop... I guess thats better 
My ***** are still sweating though

My ***** are still sweating though
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OMR SUBCAGE (S)
OMR SUBCAGES available:
Honda
pay pal accepted
Tech

click here to contact >> old man roger
the original folding peg subcage!!!!!!!!!
>>click here to see why i only sell folding peg subcages<<
OMR SUBCAGES available:
Honda
- CBR F4i - 01, 02, 03 will also fit the single seat style with minor mods
- CBR 954- all years
- CBR 929- all years
- CBR 600RR - 03 , 04 , 05 , 06 , 07 <<< click here
- GSXR 600/750 -00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05
- GSXR 1000 -01, 02, 03, 04
- R6 - 03, 04, 05 <<< click here
- R6s (old body style) - 06, 07, 08
pay pal accepted
Tech
- The 03-06 CBR 600RR , 03-05 Yamaha R6 ,03 04 gsxr 1000 and the f4i pegs are lowered and moved back and out for better peg position!
- The 01-03 GSXR 600 and 750 have the pegs moved out two inches because of the big tail section
- THE 07 600RR pegs are located 2-1/2 inches lower and 3 inches wider (Than stock)
- All other omr subframe cage models are in the stock location except they are rotated on their axis so they don't fold up unless you fold them up, this also puts your foot on the grippy part of the peg during a wheelie.
- omr subcages are available for all makes and models but only the ones listed above are available for shipping


click here to contact >> old man roger
the original folding peg subcage!!!!!!!!!
>>click here to see why i only sell folding peg subcages<<
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375 damn. this dude Hugo i used to ride with was about 320 and he rode a z50. It looked just as funny as youd imagine. When he stood up, sometimes the little bike was still stuck in his *** crack
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Me: “I’m sorry ma’am, before your photos were printed the technician noticed that they have a *ahem* content which we cannot print.”
Customer: “This is because I was nude, isn’t it?”
Me: “Well, that wasn’t the deciding factor in itself.”
Customer: “Are you saying that there is something wrong with the human body? That it is obscene?”
Me: “No, I cannot comment on that. But the use of certain… toys… in your photography did cross our line.”
Customer: “Well? What are you going to do for me?”
Me: “While I am forbidden to make and sell you the photos, the negatives are still yours. You can have them once you pay the processing fee.”
Customer: “Hmmmpph! Well, you can at least tell me how I looked!”
Customer: “This is because I was nude, isn’t it?”
Me: “Well, that wasn’t the deciding factor in itself.”
Customer: “Are you saying that there is something wrong with the human body? That it is obscene?”
Me: “No, I cannot comment on that. But the use of certain… toys… in your photography did cross our line.”
Customer: “Well? What are you going to do for me?”
Me: “While I am forbidden to make and sell you the photos, the negatives are still yours. You can have them once you pay the processing fee.”
Customer: “Hmmmpph! Well, you can at least tell me how I looked!”
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i'd hate to work in retail too. some people are hard headed. when i did work in that industry, i worked in the stock room. that was more than enough, especially since the customers were rich, picky *******. rich people are the worst.
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LMFAO
Me: “Can I help you?”
Caller: “My car won’t start.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Caller: “My car won’t start. It ran fine earlier but since I’ve visited your site it won’t turn over.”
Me: “Uh… is your computer attached to your car? Draining the battery?”
Caller: “No, the computer is in the house.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how visiting a web site, let alone ours, could affect the operation of your car.”
Caller: “I thought this was tech support?”
Me: “That’s correct. We are not car mechanics, however.”
Caller: “Look, I hear about web sites hacking into people’s lives all the time. I see no reason why they couldn’t hack cars or anything else they wanted.”
Me: “Are you kidding?”
Caller: “No! My car worked fine earlier! I went to your site and now it won’t start. Why are you hacking me?!”
Me: “We aren’t. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Caller: ”F*** YOU! GET OUT OF MY CAR, YOU–”
Me: *click*
Me: “Can I help you?”
Caller: “My car won’t start.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Caller: “My car won’t start. It ran fine earlier but since I’ve visited your site it won’t turn over.”
Me: “Uh… is your computer attached to your car? Draining the battery?”
Caller: “No, the computer is in the house.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how visiting a web site, let alone ours, could affect the operation of your car.”
Caller: “I thought this was tech support?”
Me: “That’s correct. We are not car mechanics, however.”
Caller: “Look, I hear about web sites hacking into people’s lives all the time. I see no reason why they couldn’t hack cars or anything else they wanted.”
Me: “Are you kidding?”
Caller: “No! My car worked fine earlier! I went to your site and now it won’t start. Why are you hacking me?!”
Me: “We aren’t. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Caller: ”F*** YOU! GET OUT OF MY CAR, YOU–”
Me: *click*
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Me: “When you want to add a new page to the web site, you can type it here. If you want, the system can send new content to someone in your organization for review before it goes live.”
Client: “Can you give me an example of when we would do this?”
Me: “Well if you want, you can have your legal people review the new text before it goes up on the site, so, you know… you don’t get sued because of–”
President: “Sued?! Who’s suing us? I don’t want to get sued!”
Me: “No, I’m just saying your legal people could review any changes to the site–”
President: “This guy is telling me we could be sued! I don’t like this!”
Me: “No, it’s so you WOULDN’T be sued. But that’s just an example. It’s just if someone wants to read the content before–”
President: “I do not like the sound of this at all.”
LOL
Client: “Can you give me an example of when we would do this?”
Me: “Well if you want, you can have your legal people review the new text before it goes up on the site, so, you know… you don’t get sued because of–”
President: “Sued?! Who’s suing us? I don’t want to get sued!”
Me: “No, I’m just saying your legal people could review any changes to the site–”
President: “This guy is telling me we could be sued! I don’t like this!”
Me: “No, it’s so you WOULDN’T be sued. But that’s just an example. It’s just if someone wants to read the content before–”
President: “I do not like the sound of this at all.”
LOL
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LMFAO
Me: “Can I help you?”
Caller: “My car won’t start.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Caller: “My car won’t start. It ran fine earlier but since I’ve visited your site it won’t turn over.”
Me: “Uh… is your computer attached to your car? Draining the battery?”
Caller: “No, the computer is in the house.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how visiting a web site, let alone ours, could affect the operation of your car.”
Caller: “I thought this was tech support?”
Me: “That’s correct. We are not car mechanics, however.”
Caller: “Look, I hear about web sites hacking into people’s lives all the time. I see no reason why they couldn’t hack cars or anything else they wanted.”
Me: “Are you kidding?”
Caller: “No! My car worked fine earlier! I went to your site and now it won’t start. Why are you hacking me?!”
Me: “We aren’t. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Caller: ”F*** YOU! GET OUT OF MY CAR, YOU–”
Me: *click*
Me: “Can I help you?”
Caller: “My car won’t start.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Caller: “My car won’t start. It ran fine earlier but since I’ve visited your site it won’t turn over.”
Me: “Uh… is your computer attached to your car? Draining the battery?”
Caller: “No, the computer is in the house.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how visiting a web site, let alone ours, could affect the operation of your car.”
Caller: “I thought this was tech support?”
Me: “That’s correct. We are not car mechanics, however.”
Caller: “Look, I hear about web sites hacking into people’s lives all the time. I see no reason why they couldn’t hack cars or anything else they wanted.”
Me: “Are you kidding?”
Caller: “No! My car worked fine earlier! I went to your site and now it won’t start. Why are you hacking me?!”
Me: “We aren’t. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Caller: ”F*** YOU! GET OUT OF MY CAR, YOU–”
Me: *click*
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Sandwich Shop | Choctaw, OK, USA
Me: “Hi, welcome to [restaurant], what can I get get you?”
Customer: “Yeah, which of these sandwiches are five dollars?”
Me: “Just these eight behind me.”
(I point to a very large sign that has a giant “5″ on it and a list of our five dollar footlong subs.)
Customer: “Oh, okay…”
(She gives me the order of three subs and I make them.)
Me: “Okay, that’ll be $20.47.”
Customer: “What?! Why the h*** are they that expensive? You said that they were five dollars!!”
(By this time all the yelling she’s doing has turned her face blood red: this is important for later in the story.)
Me: “Well yes, those eight over there. All three of the ones you ordered are not.”
Customer: “That’s not true! I got them off the board you told me about!”
(She points at the board NEXT to the one I talked about which lists our six inch subs.)
Me: “No, ma’am, that’s our six inch board. The one next to it with the GIANT FIVE on it are the five dollar subs.”
Customer: “Well, aren’t you a f***ing carnival weasel! You said those were five dollars!”
Me: “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding–wait, did you just call me a carnival weasel?”
Customer: “YOU HEARD ME, CAAARNIVAAL WEEASELLLL!”
Me: “Alright. Well, ma’am, I’m getting a line here so would you just like me to remake your sandwiches so we can move?”
Customer: “F*** YOU!”
(She suddenly gets a massive nose bleed which gets all over the counter and the floor. As she storms out cursing and bleeding, the customers applaud and even help me clean it up before ordering. )
Coworker: “She called you a carnival weasel!”
Me: “Yeeeaah. Well, have fun with that…”
(I still see that lady every now and then come up to the door, see me, turn around and leave.)
Me: “Hi, welcome to [restaurant], what can I get get you?”
Customer: “Yeah, which of these sandwiches are five dollars?”
Me: “Just these eight behind me.”
(I point to a very large sign that has a giant “5″ on it and a list of our five dollar footlong subs.)
Customer: “Oh, okay…”
(She gives me the order of three subs and I make them.)
Me: “Okay, that’ll be $20.47.”
Customer: “What?! Why the h*** are they that expensive? You said that they were five dollars!!”
(By this time all the yelling she’s doing has turned her face blood red: this is important for later in the story.)
Me: “Well yes, those eight over there. All three of the ones you ordered are not.”
Customer: “That’s not true! I got them off the board you told me about!”
(She points at the board NEXT to the one I talked about which lists our six inch subs.)
Me: “No, ma’am, that’s our six inch board. The one next to it with the GIANT FIVE on it are the five dollar subs.”
Customer: “Well, aren’t you a f***ing carnival weasel! You said those were five dollars!”
Me: “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding–wait, did you just call me a carnival weasel?”
Customer: “YOU HEARD ME, CAAARNIVAAL WEEASELLLL!”
Me: “Alright. Well, ma’am, I’m getting a line here so would you just like me to remake your sandwiches so we can move?”
Customer: “F*** YOU!”
(She suddenly gets a massive nose bleed which gets all over the counter and the floor. As she storms out cursing and bleeding, the customers applaud and even help me clean it up before ordering. )
Coworker: “She called you a carnival weasel!”
Me: “Yeeeaah. Well, have fun with that…”
(I still see that lady every now and then come up to the door, see me, turn around and leave.)
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Sandwich Shop | Choctaw, OK, USA
Me: “Hi, welcome to [restaurant], what can I get get you?”
Customer: “Yeah, which of these sandwiches are five dollars?”
Me: “Just these eight behind me.”
(I point to a very large sign that has a giant “5″ on it and a list of our five dollar footlong subs.)
Customer: “Oh, okay…”
(She gives me the order of three subs and I make them.)
Me: “Okay, that’ll be $20.47.”
Customer: “What?! Why the h*** are they that expensive? You said that they were five dollars!!”
(By this time all the yelling she’s doing has turned her face blood red: this is important for later in the story.)
Me: “Well yes, those eight over there. All three of the ones you ordered are not.”
Customer: “That’s not true! I got them off the board you told me about!”
(She points at the board NEXT to the one I talked about which lists our six inch subs.)
Me: “No, ma’am, that’s our six inch board. The one next to it with the GIANT FIVE on it are the five dollar subs.”
Customer: “Well, aren’t you a f***ing carnival weasel! You said those were five dollars!”
Me: “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding–wait, did you just call me a carnival weasel?”
Customer: “YOU HEARD ME, CAAARNIVAAL WEEASELLLL!”
Me: “Alright. Well, ma’am, I’m getting a line here so would you just like me to remake your sandwiches so we can move?”
Customer: “F*** YOU!”
(She suddenly gets a massive nose bleed which gets all over the counter and the floor. As she storms out cursing and bleeding, the customers applaud and even help me clean it up before ordering. )
Coworker: “She called you a carnival weasel!”
Me: “Yeeeaah. Well, have fun with that…”
(I still see that lady every now and then come up to the door, see me, turn around and leave.)
Me: “Hi, welcome to [restaurant], what can I get get you?”
Customer: “Yeah, which of these sandwiches are five dollars?”
Me: “Just these eight behind me.”
(I point to a very large sign that has a giant “5″ on it and a list of our five dollar footlong subs.)
Customer: “Oh, okay…”
(She gives me the order of three subs and I make them.)
Me: “Okay, that’ll be $20.47.”
Customer: “What?! Why the h*** are they that expensive? You said that they were five dollars!!”
(By this time all the yelling she’s doing has turned her face blood red: this is important for later in the story.)
Me: “Well yes, those eight over there. All three of the ones you ordered are not.”
Customer: “That’s not true! I got them off the board you told me about!”
(She points at the board NEXT to the one I talked about which lists our six inch subs.)
Me: “No, ma’am, that’s our six inch board. The one next to it with the GIANT FIVE on it are the five dollar subs.”
Customer: “Well, aren’t you a f***ing carnival weasel! You said those were five dollars!”
Me: “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding–wait, did you just call me a carnival weasel?”
Customer: “YOU HEARD ME, CAAARNIVAAL WEEASELLLL!”
Me: “Alright. Well, ma’am, I’m getting a line here so would you just like me to remake your sandwiches so we can move?”
Customer: “F*** YOU!”
(She suddenly gets a massive nose bleed which gets all over the counter and the floor. As she storms out cursing and bleeding, the customers applaud and even help me clean it up before ordering. )
Coworker: “She called you a carnival weasel!”
Me: “Yeeeaah. Well, have fun with that…”
(I still see that lady every now and then come up to the door, see me, turn around and leave.)








