Then I don't understand why you are being summoned to court. Maybe they want you as a witness for the hit and run. Get that bastard to do time.

yea i think we are gonna be witnesses

Nothing special, Ibanez GRX40 electric and an Ibanez acoustic. Fender 212R 100w combo amp, a few pedals, but not much. I've been wanting an LP Studio for years, but I can't save $1300 for a guitar when there's all sorts of car parts to buy. I might end up picking up a Strat or something a little cheaper than an LP, but I don't know yet.


-When you have a can of lemonade sitting in the shop, and there's a bee flying around. You forget about the bee and you come back a half hour later to take a drink, and along with that drink comes a f*cking half-dead bee. The only thing that doesn't piss me off about that is that it was half-dead. Had it been more alive than half-dead (would that be more than half-dead or less than half dead? I would think the latter, but I'm not too sure. And if there's a fire and you add more fire, did you make the fire better or worse?), I'd have gotten stung. But with ninja-like reflexes I quickly spat the bee out and stomped the living sh*t out of it. Take that, bee. And let that bee (lol) a lesson to any other little winged f*cks that want to steal my beverages. I paid for it, not you. Go buy your f*cking own soda, bee. This one's mine.

watching car videos because you want to hear the purr of a v12 or v8 and they ****ing put music over it!

^ Agreed, but only when the music drowns out the engine. The ideal car video should have music, but toned down so you can hear the car itself, and no wind noise. That's a big pet peeve of mine... as soon as I hear wind noise, I'm done. I don't care if it's a video so awesome that simply watching it would make my eyeballs explode. That ish is getting closed out if I hear wind noise.

-When you're minding your own business in one of those one-person public restrooms, trying to beat your high score playing Call of Dookie, and you hear footsteps leading up to the door. You know you locked the door when you came in, but your heart f*cking always races when you hear those footsteps and hear the door handle jiggle a little. Being walked in on while dropping a fudge dragon is no fun, I went to college where roommates don't know to knock if the door is closed.

-When josh edits my post for spelling and I can't figure out what I misspelled.

i hate lot of thing but really hate bad drivers

-When you're driving through the Walmart parking lot, looking for a place to park. You're towards the front of the lot, and there's a mini-van in one of the handicap spots. You're right beside it, and all the sudden, out of the corner of your eye, you see a mini van getting closer. That is literally the fastest I've ever gone from 1st to reverse and backed up. I also came d*mn close to doing a burnout in reverse. Moral of the story: handicapped people should not be allowed to own cars, nor should they be given drivers' licenses. If you can't back out of a parking spot without coming inches away from someone's bumper, you shouldn't be driving.

-Driving through a WalMart parking lot, regardless of the reason. Most people on the road can't drive worth sh!t and don't belong behind the wheel. When you get a bunch of those people gathered in one large parking lot with small parking spaces, it is a very nerve-racking thing to drive through the parking lot constantly trying not to get hit.

- Driving through a WalMart parking lot going about 5mph, and some kid running across the parking lot behind cars, runs directly into my front passenger wheel. Causing him to go flying onto my hood.

How does that piss you off? If that happened to me, I'd be LOL'ing so f*cking hard I might piss myself. Yeah, you might need to detail your car afterward, but come on. That's hilarious.

It was funny afterward, but it wasn't funny that I damn near sh!t myself when I was driving through a parking lot nice and calm, next thing I know I hear a loud bang and theres a kid on my hood. Scared the piss out of me.

when you are walking downtown and you walk across the 4 way stop and a woman tries to run over you.....i kicked her passenger door in ...

Walmart is where my friends and I go to laugh at people. If you stop and look around in ours atleast, you see some weird things.

Oh wow. I knew I wasnt the only one who saw that kind of stuff.

wow thats great never knew it existed ...lmfao

OMG That is just amazing bahahahahaha awesome site

-When your friend causes you to go over on your texts for the month. And not 20-30 texts over. Like 800+ texts over. You then tell said friend that you're $80 over on your texts, and tell him to cut that sh*t out (in kinder words). Then said friend continues to f*cking text you for stupid-a** reasons. This friend also has a history of retardedly long texts. Like "8 pages, each one continuing the d*mn story" long. Ones that make even the most dedicated users of text messages say "Ok, f*cker. You know what? Just f*cking call me. I'm tired of my phone going off every ten godd*mned seconds. I'd like to do ****, and that doesn't involve reading your f*cking life story." Look, man. I'm a dude. You're a dude. I don't give a flying f*ck in Argentina what happened to you today, unless it involves something awesome like velociraptors with jetpacks. Actually, I don't give a f*ck what unremarkable events happen to anyone on any given day. Let's face it... the only time you even pretend to care about someone's day is when how much you look like you care directly affects your chance of f*cking that person. Or maybe I'm just cold and cynical.

Trust - thank you for filling my day full of laughs. lol. Good job.

Bwahahahaha at Reaper, I didn't know people still used plans without unlimited texting :D

I don't like texting that much. People try to have whole conversations with me over it. It's for sending short messages. It's too much effort to pick up the phone every 30 seconds to reply to sentences that would have taken 5 seconds to say and acknowledge in a verbal conversation.

Hmm... let's see. Do I really want to spend 3 hours texting someone? Or do I want to talk to them on the phone and have the conversation over in 20 minutes? Tough choice.

I text when it's impractical to have a phone conversation. For example, at work. If I pull my phone out and text someone every once in a while, nobody cares. But if I decide to spend an hour on the phone instead of doing an intermediate service, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a pissed-off service writer, a pissed-off service manager, and a pissed-off customer.

In other words, it's not worth the extra money each month to have unlimited texting, when this is literally the second time I've gone over by more than a few dollars in over 4 years.

Block his texts?

Kick him in the nuts for every text message he sends. I'm sure he will quit pretty quickly.

im to cheap all i do is txt its only 10$ a month for unlimited.

-Mustang owners that think a car is slammed when it's lowered 2". Look, guys. 2" is a drop, and in my opinion, a mild one at that. It's not dumping a car. I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure there's requirements for calling a car slammed or dumped without looking like you're an idiot... for example, no wheel gap at the most. Actually, I wouldn't even call a car that isn't tucking all four tires slammed. And every mustang owner seems to think it's so hard to drive a lowered car. Let's try this, shall we? How about we don't go flying everywhere, crawl across speedbumps, and angle over speedbumps and up/down slight inclines. Wow, would you look at that? You don't scrape anymore! I can guarantee when I lower the stang and put a '00R front on it, everyone's going to be telling me I'm going to scrape the bumper everywhere I go. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm not, even though the splitter's going to be ~3" off the ground. You know why? Because I've driven a truly slammed car. I know how you have to drive in a severely lowered car. Mustang owners, take note: I have seen two mustangs on coil springs that I'd consider close to slammed. Just two. So stop f*cking calling your mildly dropped car "slammed". It makes you and your idiot friends look stupid. And don't whine about how hard it is to drive your mildly dropped mustang, pussies.

Pics of said 2 mustangs?

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/...c557d328_b.jpg


https://i127.photobucket.com/albums/...y/100_0714.jpg


I've seen lower mustangs, but they're almost always on bags.

I seen that ninja fail lol

- 95% of Mustang drivers. Scratch that - 95% of muscle car drivers
Cool, you have a V8. It makes noise. You can spin your tires. I'm not impressed.

More like 95% of ALL drivers.

People need to learn how to use right-of-way, use their damn turn signals ("oh you mean this thing serves a purpose????" :rolleyes:), and not put people in danger by tailgating or pulling out in front of people.

What I find really annoying about these people is when you get to a stop sign after someone and they look at you like they have no idea what they are doing. They have no idea that it's their turn and then at the last moment when you decide you're not going to wait any longer to take your turn they finally decide to use theirs. The scariest feeling I get while driving happens when I see someone with that clueless look on their face and then I worry "oh sh*t what are they going to do"

+1! I live out in BFE, and hit at least 5 stop signs < depending which route I take home>. And there is ALWAYS that dumb bastard with the deer in the headlight look at an intersection. I've solved this situation in the easiest way ever. I flag them on. And if that does not work, I have a P.A. system hooked up to my CB. I TELL them to go ahead. Works wonders. =)

deer in the headlights look... priceless!
that describes it perfectly. you have made my day.

* bow * Your welcome sir. Your welcome indeed.
Its better than the ' my brains are up here * look some people give when being passed.

Before I get the question of, 'What?', I present to you:
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6XXVrt63.../pick+nose.jpg

Drunk friends that you have to babysit all night cause they will throw up and choke on their vomit, dumbasses. And alcohol in general. Now i see why they tried to outlaw it.

-People that think alcohol should be outlawed. That's a band-aid. If people learned to be responsible, it wouldn't be a problem. But no, it's the alcohol's fault, definitely not the fact that people can't be responsible with anything.

-God Dahmn street racers!
Some douchenozzles made me bicycle my friends truck. We are moving my buddy to a new pad, and as he drove his car, I drove his truck. I'm just chillin going down the road. I hear a rice can just screaming. As I get close to the intersection ahead, I notice two little rice fags easily at 100, coming my way. They are NOT going to stop. I slam the wheel far left and slide the intersection. Mid intersection was a nice little bump, put me on 2 wheels. Rice fag one passes me, hardly missing. Second rice fag jumps the curb on the right, and drives up the embankment and SLAMS into the top of the bridge.
Kid got pretty messed up. Dont know if he is alive to be honest. He slammed hard, at easily over 80. He was pretty messed up. People who saw the incident gave me major props for not flippin the truck. But I bent something. Truck has a small wobble at speed. Get to figure out what the hell messed up.

Dam punisher... **** that ish

-Pee-wee Herman being on the Jay Leno show. The clothing, the voice, the socks, the fac*puukkee*. Die please? I SAID PLEASE!
-My tire falling off my bike, mid jump. So I was downtown, OKC. Go ahead, google it. I'll give you a minute. Oh, your done. Alright. Well I was down there, in bricktown to be more precise. Go ahead, google it. I'll wait. Yeah, down there! On the canal, see it? Yyyeeaaahhh. There. I was on the mountain bike, doing my trials-style riding. I was on the canal itself, and went to jump up these large platforms that led up to the walkway above. I was on the 3rd of 5 steps, going to number 4. I see these cute lil ladies above, watching. So i feel the pressure. Not wanting to fall short, I jump as hard as I can, to impress ya dig. Little did I know, as soon as I got air the back tire came off. Not realizing what happened, I continued my trick. I slam the ground hard, and fall backwards due to missing tire. Bike moves to the right as I fall, forcing me DOWN the lovely platforms.
Moral of the story, check your nuts!

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