WELCOME TO OUR AWARD-WINNING WEASEL WEBSITE...
NOW IN EXCITING, NEW, HIGH-DEF 2-D!!
The opinions expressed herein do not necessarily reflect those of sober, right-minded citizens anywhere, for which we are immensely grateful.
If you want fairness, then go to a freakin' fair... and sit on the rides.
While we may not be proctologists, YOU may be an asshole!
And we're not gynecologists either, but what the hell ladies...
let's take
a look.
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 have 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
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 fall on Saturdays.
We are a gaggle of large-mouthed, broad-minded,
foul-smelling road rodents, misfits and jokesters
who dwell in the gray area between outlandish behavior
and outright criminality.
Weasels enjoy getting together to party and to ride our scoots with total disregard for life, limb or personal property. We've been known to travel great distances to over-consume most anything brewed, fermented, distilled, or strained through an old sock.
Weasels make loud, obscene noises intended to frighten small children,
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.
We could have been mere "street people" but took an even lower road.
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.
The Rocky Mountain Weasels are the one, the only, Colorado Weasels.
Accept no imitations.
And although we don't get, seek, nor deserve respect from anyone,
we sure do have a hell of a lot of fun.
Mom is so proud!
Wanna be a Weasel ?
HELL, YOU MAY ALREADY BE ONE!
If all this stuff sounds purty good then you ought to be a Weasel.
Drop us a note at easyweaser@yahoo.com
and tell us why you think you might be a Rocky Mountain Weasel.
BUT BEWARE!--
Whiners, wimps, jerks, and assholes are not tolerated...
at least not for long.
Click Guest Book to leave us a message.
Click Cheap-Ass Bribery to get on our good side.
Click Memorrhoids to get some Weasel history.
Click Standardized Weasel Aptitude Exam to see if you've got what it takes to be a Weasel.
Click Potty Poetry if you've got nothing better to do and want to read some home-grown smut.
Support the Rocky Mountain Weasels.
Buy us a beer. We'd like that. We'd like that a lot.
NO HAMSTERS ALLOWED
"NO!", Weasels are not "just like the Hamsters", (those cake-eatin' trailer wussies).
Unlike the Hamsters, we are NOT a damn fashion statement.
We actually ride our machines---
and we DO NOT suck.
Although no Hamsters were harmed (yet!) in the making of this website,
certain items were swiped, pilfered, or pirated from other Weasel web sites.
Screw it... that's what weasels do.
NOW...THE SMALL PRINT:
Yes... allright. We admit to being another bastard child of Weasels USA ...
but it's not entirely our fault. There was some drinking involved and after all,
we are independent from them.
In fact, all Weasel chapters are independent from all other Weasel chapters
around the world. If you've got a beef with any other Weasel chapter, take it up with them.
Leave us the hell out of it.
The Rocky Mountain Weasels are a member of the Colorado Confederation of Clubs.
Visit us often.
Or don't. Who really cares?
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WFFW
Weasels Forever, Forever Weasels.