Throttle fixes everything. Love is kissing your rear bumper into a snowbank at 40 mph and not leaving a scratch. If hookers carried active differentials in their purses and knew how to use 'em, I wouldn't be married. Left-foot braking fixes everything the throttle doesn't fix, including impotence and poor self-esteem. Banging off a rev limiter while looking out a car's side window and slamming into a steering stop will cure cancer. If the car isn't moving around under power, you are a small, testicle-free squirrel. The handbrake fixes everything left-foot braking doesn't fix, including philosophical issues with most major religions and the heartbreakingly impossible question of what you should have for dinner*.
Lieze tried to rally some troops together for a surprise birthday dinner. She had a very tough task, because she didn't have anyone's contact info. She really tried to get everyone invited. She told me she was afraid there were people that didn't get invited. PLEASE please please don't take it personally if you didn't get word... it was really because Lieze didn't have numbers to call.
andysapp wrote:Lieze tried to rally some troops together for a surprise birthday dinner. She had a very tough task, because she didn't have anyone's contact info. She really tried to get everyone invited. She told me she was afraid there were people that didn't get invited. PLEASE please please don't take it personally if you didn't get word... it was really because Lieze didn't have numbers to call.
We both feel really bad now.
I didn't mean that to make anyone feel bad. I honestly just wondered what you guys did.
"Too poor for the DM RBO Elite, but they let me tag along anyway."
John Lennon wrote:I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.
myshudo wrote:I didn't mean that to make anyone feel bad. I honestly just wondered what you guys did.
Kay... that makes me feel better. We just had dinner, and then some of us went to see Iron Mullet. Jerry and I were getting paid to shoot video, and Brady to snap photos.
Later in the evening someone opened their door into my truck, and gave me $60 to forget about it. The mark will come right off with rubbing compound, so I lol'd. BTW... fuck the HUNDO ass crowd at East Andrews. I almost stabbed some fucker who thought he would be funny and pull my wallet out my back pocket. Probably his FOERST time seeing a chain wallet or something... and almost his last.