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ha, i've been here since april 2002 and i'm still a junior member! i guess i'm the silent type.

i say bring it...as long as it doesn't fuck up my truck, i'm game for a little hurricane fun...on the other hand, if it did fuck up my truck i could have a little insurance fun and go from the regular f-150 sport to the f-150 lightening....hmmm.

alright mr. austin, here's your chance for another "zing"...stupid fucking formula one cars can't figure out tire set-ups for the banks...go redneck go nascar.

sorry, but mopar/chrysler shit is fucking worthless...it'll drive good for a year or two and fall the fuck apart. i spent all fucking day repairing this chicks fucking car that she just bought last week...looks pretty, but bottom line she's lucky she's got a redneck friend to get her out of a bind since she dropped all of her cash on a car that couldn't even get her to work. the old shit was alright, back when they were building chargers and all that. have fun though, get 'r dirty, but i'll stick to my f-150.

look at that pup in the picture...it's like a poodle with bugs bunny ears.

So how was "Da' Burg" treating you when you were there? I heard the cars all the way from class. Damn ricers :rolleyes: Quoted post [/b] i actually live in the area now...just moved to largo, but until last week was working at the bank of america tower downtown. where do you go to school spc?

also not true...she is irl, but they do a couple of grand prix races as well...i just went to the one in st. petersburg, fl not too long ago and i think the other is in monaco...and nascar still kicks ass.

quite possibly the best quote i've heard in a while

nekro's suggestion sounds like the best, especially since i'm a waiter...i'd probably make more money too because i could talk shit about why my asshole managers are following me around everywhere. sounds kind of fun too because i could just pretend to get flustered and walk all around the restaurant pretending to look for something.

alright, my stupid fucking managers at a dumb ass restaurant i work at think i'm stealing shit from them. they have been giving me crap from the day i agreed to bartend for them. every damn week their numbers are short and they're convinced that i'm stealing well tequila, captain morgan, and get this, draft beer. the thing is, i'm not actually taking anything. i even quit behind the bar about a month ago because i was tired of it. it's gotten worse now though because i'm actually trying to put my degree to work, but if theft ever comes into the equation, i'm fucked. besides quitting before this shit goes too far, does anyone know of anything i should do to cover my ass so these fucks can't continue to fuck with me down the road? i'm worried about having a worthless degree because of these assholes.

rosie odonnel looks like a regular sized person with midget-like features.

i don't mean to burst your bubble, but i don't think it's as old as '52...i'm guessing more like '82.

at my college freshman orientation my school took us to the second city comedy club in chicago. they got to the point in the show where the actors asked the audience to give them a word or phrase to base their next skit...the crowd is silent for about 10 seconds when my buddy pipes up in a very nasaly voice..."my mom has an anal fixation with bar soap." the actors could hardly keep from laughing...and famous people get their start (like bill murray and john candy type funny). holy shit, six years later and i still will laugh out of nowhere.

i'm a republican and i think o'reilly is one of the biggest bitches to ever grace the small screen...

yeah, i'll keep a few of the good ones. they get taken out of photo albums or whatever though. i keep them in my private journal...something nobody but me should ever have any business looking through. i'm friends with all of my ex's though, so that might have something to do with it. i enjoy sifting through old photos/reading my journal to see where i've been in life. it makes me appreciate where i am now.