Weasels Rocky Mountain - A Drinking Club With a Motorcycle Problem.

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The following information is the opinion of the Rocky Mountain Weasels.
We have way more opinions than we know what to do with.
Hell, many of them are brand new, unused, and still in the box.

These opinions are not intended for overly sensitive jackasses
with low self-esteem, no sense of humor, or irrational religious beliefs.
In fact, our opinions may cause baldness, erectile dysfunction,
anal leakage, and a violent, oily discharge. (See Oily, below.)

No animals were harmed in the development of our opinions,
but that goddamn yappy dog behind me is on borrowed time, so help me God!

The Rocky Mountain Weasels cannot be held liable for any of the material contained herein, as apparently, Hamsters have learned to type.

The Weasels are not a gang, mob, syndicate, ring, or crew.

Hell, we ain't even a real motorcycle club.

THE WEASELS ARE
A DRINKING ORGANIZATION
WITH A MOTORCYCLE PROBLEM

Weasels are a state of mind.

We've been called...
"a collection of amateur drunks and professional partiers who ride motorcycles

because it beats the crap outta walking."
--Oily, Past President of the Rocky Mountain Weasels (See Oily, above.)

We're not good role-models.
We're not well-mannered.
We're not organized enough to tie our own shoes...
especially on Weasel Wednesdays... which by the way,
often occur on Saturdays.

We are a gaggle of broad-minded, large-mouthed,
foul-smelling road rodents, misfits and jokesters.
We dwell throughout the State of Colorado in that socially gray area between outlandish behavior and outright criminality.

Weasels enjoy getting together to party and ride our scoots
with total disregard for life, limb, or personal property.
We've been known to travel great distances to over-consume anything brewed, fermented, distilled, or strained through an old sock.

old women, and politicians. We are an unsightly orange nuisance and are barred from many reputable drinking establishments in the area.

We are the cream of the crop and the scum of the earth...
on top of the world and the bottom of the barrel, usually an oak one.

But, we're proud to be Weasels and are liberated by the lifestyle.
We worked damned hard to get here... wherever the hell we are.

And although we don't get, seek, nor deserve respect from anyone,
we get along with everyone and have a hell of a lot of fun in the process.

enjoy rude biker humor... and look good in orange...
then maybe YOU ought to be a Weasel.

Whiners, wimps, drama queens, snitches, bitches,
and assholes need not apply!

WEASELS ARE A HAMSTER-FREE ZONE

Click Links Page to see the Good Guys List, the Shit List,
or to find a WEASEL GAGGLE in your area.

Click Store Page to check out
all the fine WEASELWEAR and WEASELABILIA
you can't buy unless we let you.

Any spelling errors are accidental and the result of a piss-poor ejukation system.
We suggest that you beat your children and bitch at their teachers.
If that doesn't help, go 'vice-versa' on their stupid asses and see if that works.

DAMMIT! Dew yore part to make America smart.

Support the Rocky Mountain Weasels.
Buy us a beer. We'd like that. We'd like that a lot.

The Rocky Mountain Weasels are a bastard child of Weasels USA, Los Angeles, California.
(They ain't happy about it either).

But what the hell... everybody was drinking... everyone was having fun...

it felt so good... it felt so right. And then BOOM... another Weasel chapter was born.

Anyway, we're all grown up now and independent from them.
In fact, all Weasel groups are independent from them and from all other Weasel groups too.

We all share the same bad breath and awkward family resemblance of course.
But if you've got a beef with any other Weasel chapter anywhere in the world,
take it up with them.

LEAVE US THE HELL OUT OF IT.