Milton

The thing about the Duke situation is have you really ever met a stripper that wouldn't sleep with you for enough cash? Every time I've been to the strip club women have asked (for fees varying from $100 - $500) to take me "upstairs" in a "private room" in the "champagne room" etc. One went so far as to suggest that there were beds upstairs that were for "special attention." And I'm not the best looking or most hygenic dude in the world. I'm not saying it's impossible that the stripper was raped, all I'm saying is kids who play lacrosse have enough money to have bought it.

You should deconstruct something. If I had the time I'd seriously consider deconstructing Mein Kampf to prove the thesis that Hitler was racist against Jews. It pokes fun at postmodernism in a very post-modern way. And if you wanted to get it published, if there is any intellectual validity to it you could relatively easily.

I don't get how that was an 'ass hat' comment? I'm sorry if I've offended you. Mine was on Jewish Immigration in the early development of Seattle. It was shit, complete shit, and I got an A.

Ahhh the good ol' days. It might be good to know what you study. Of general interest, Deconstructing Mein Kampf (a small but sorely missing piece in the hoax that is postmodernism) A Comparison of the Cold War and the War on Terror (You could call it fighting the invisible enemy) A historical perspective on aesthetic preference Crack cocaine The death of Mulholland Drive as a drag racing mecca. Comparing how hip hop is similar to rock n' roll in that it stole money from black people...

Lotto is not a fair game (mathematically speaking). So unless this is for a highschool math project, that's all you need. Note that it is less chance than a golfer being struck by lightning while hitting a hole in one.

Breaking bottles over other girls' heads shows character. I say go for it. I also say I was expecting this thread to have pictures and am severely disappointed. Also, whoever created the song 'I'm in Love with a Stripper' should be buried alive in a landfill and forced to listen to Abba's greatest hit's on repeat for 46 hours before they are unburied and shot in the face... Thank you...

I started with a scooter, it helps you figure out how to balance on 2 wheels. I took it up to 75 on the Vegas strip. Once you figure that out start with a small (250-600cc) street bike or a dirt bike. I tried to learn on a 1200 Goldwing, it was trouble, I laid it down within 30 seconds. I didn't know those things could wheelie, but they can... After I picked it back up and figured out how to use the clutch it wasn't so bad. It makes even the 900 seem tiny. But ya, start with a small street bike, figure out how the clutch works and be careful, let the clutch off slow and don't rev the motor while the clutch is in...

Fuzzy, the bike isn't pink, it's purple. Also, remind me again, who in the world are you? Go post in Paper Chase or something. The bike was owned by a priest, so dissing it is pretty much like dissing God himself. That Chopper Kit looks nice! I might do that and just paint it myself. I haven't really figured everything out. No idea what kind of rake I'm going with, but that one looks close, maybe I'll do a little closer to the stock set-up though.. There are some sites that have frame plans online for chopper frames, you just change them up to fit the engine mounts, etc. But that is a lot of fucking work. While I used to be pretty damn handy with an arc welder back in highschool, I have no idea where to find one to use and I've probably lost my touch. Now that I look at it, it looks pretty close to the stock rear fender only painted. The seat rides really low, like I can sit on it flat footed to the ground with my knees bent. So I might just modify the existing frame and fenders to take a bigger rear wheel and tire. I'd like to chop the rear fender pretty seriously so it is flared out similar to some of the sportier soft-tails. What year sportster do you have? A friend of mine had one that he really liked but someone turned left into his front wheel and twisted the forks up pretty bad so they totalled it.

Not really, it's a lot like riding a very large, very fast bicycle... Thanks everyone, I'm excited. The bike was $900, which I think is decent for the shape it's in and the priest only got it up to 38k which is good... It sounds very "motorcycley" but in a japanese way, it doesn't rattle as much as a harley, but it's got a nice throaty exhaust note. Picture Nina Simone with a very bad cold. I'm not exactly sure what the budget for chopping and painting is. If everything goes as planned I'll do it myself at my buddy's body shop. Right now the plan is to do it a black pearl shade and then to either powdercoat or use high-temp flat-black on most of the engine components similar to the Harley Night Train. I'll definitely come back on when I start the process and let you know about the progress. And probably to beg Steve Austin for advice... On another note my grandfather already made fun of me about the sissy bar. It's only 4 bolts holding it on, it will be on ebay as soon as possible. If I have to hear "sissy bars are for girls" or "it's so cute you can take your girlfriend around with you..." one more time I'm going to develop a complex.

1981 Honda CB900 Custom... Bought it from a German dude who got it from a priest. It's a little old which is good because I'm still new and already almost dropped it. The engine is a fucking beast (inline 4) with 10 gears (5 hi and 5 lo) a shaft drive and a top speed of around 150. The picture is the only one I have from the add on Craigslist... Over the Summer it's going to be rebuilt, chopped, repainted and ridden from LA to Seattle and back... Milton (HardXXXCore Biker Dude Oner!)

I love the black Vans... Nice Work...

I'm definitely trying to find a studio with exposed brick. Shit is so fucking hip. Especially if you put vintage movie posters on it. Meanwhile, just in case I'm not hip enough, I'm impulse buying a motorcycle that was "almost in Pulp Fiction..." [+10 hipster points -- I'll buy some dress shirts and slacks to compensate.]

My neighbor used to pull that shit. Some things to consider: Ivory snow in hot tubs, fountains, anything else with moving water. Go to pornstore get "heavy rubber" "latex lovers" and other very strange Fetish Magazines, fill out subscription, send in cash. Switch the wires in the call box at front door. Switch the wires in the elevator. Set off smoke detectors frequently. Have "loud parties" with two-to-three friends dress appropriately and be playing a board game and classical piano music when security gets there. Yell random shit in the middle of the night -- Some of my all time favorites "Frank, bring the car around..." "I told you not to call me on the house phone..." "Never underestimate a woman scorned..." etc... [Also, having imaginary conversations very loudly late night or early morning works well.]

I'm part Jewish... Can I at least get some beers or a black and mild?

I'm at the airport going home. We got in another argument, I told him to shut the fuck up and leave my shit alone. He said something like "you leave your papers on the couches when you're working." I go "their my fucking couches, the fuck outta here..." He had no respnse..

There was no actual fight. But there was no "man talk" either. He came at the situation like a total bitch, nagging about things, etc. I'm pretty sure I scare him too much for him to do anything about it except complain to the apartment manager... I've started blaming parking tickets on him double parking in our spots. It seems to work well so far...

I just thought I'd point out how bogus this guy's site is. If you're in venture capital, and you've only pulled together $58M in "over five years," you're severly at the bottom of the ladder. I was at an interview with a smallish place that was talking about "we let the new staff handle a lot of our smaller venture-capital transactions ranging from around $20-30 million. When you've been here a year you should be working on at least 2 or 3 $100-500M transactions at any given time...

I do research and aid in the division of wealth between the mega-rich. Sometimes I work for free...

I understand that, it isn't unreasonable at all. I told him that the second he started the conversation. I said specifically "I understand that you want things done, that's cool, ask me and I'll take care of it." I've lived with people for going on 6 years, if you have a problem you can say "I have a problem, can you fix it." What you don't do is lock someone out, pop up at the door and then start accusing them of shit, and after they have already said they'll fix it, continue to demand things. You also don't say shit like "Why should I have to ask you," or "what are you going to do about it?" I don't know how things are where dude is from, but in my opinion "what are you going to do about it" is an invitation for someone to take a swing at you. As far as I'm concerned, I was living here for six months alone, if you come in and want to change things, you need to say so instead of smiling like a goofball every time I see you and then one day flipping out and bitching about eight things that you don't like. I'm not dudes boyfriend, we don't have a 'relationship' to work on. The moral of the story is, if you want someone to do something, talk to them like a man instead of waiting for all this shit to become a confrontation. Edit: As a side note, we don't have "shared property." Dude has been shamelessly using my shit since the jump and then he yells about how I shouldn't stack books up and that he "understands I have financial trouble" but "I need to buy a book case." That's the problem, I don't complain about dude leaving piles of sneakers in the dining area, nor do I complain about him leaving open umbrellas on the kitchen counter to dry them off. I just chalked it up to us needing to be understanding about some shit in order to live together harmoniously. I guess that doesn't go both ways...

Wonderful response! Kudos. My lease is up in June... I'll be gone like Nick Cannon's street cred... Mosque!

I hear these chumps at all hours of the night giggling in highpitched nasally voices about "that's so awesome, I can't believe you got that, it's so rare..." Either they're appraising anime figurines or dude has a virtually unknown West Indian strain of herpes simplex...

So, a roomate moved into my apartment maybe 2 months ago. Very unassuming Korean med-student. He was very nice, and whatever, but very quiet and kept to himself. So tonight, I leave the door unlatched so I can run down to see my girlfriend who lives in the same building. When I arrive back at my apartment, the door is locked tight. I buzz the buzzer, and my roomate opens it. He says "Why don't you close the door." I say "I ran downstairs for a minute, what do you mean." He goes on for about 15 minutes about the laundry I left in the corner of the living room, how he can't bring his one (male) friend over because I sometimes sleep on the couch, how I left his TV on a few times and he had to turn it off, how when I do sleep on the couch he can't use the couch in the morning when he wakes up before me (which happened one day last weekend when I was sick), and how leaving the door unlatched lets cold air in which makes his fish cold. Then he demands to know what I intend to do about the situation, and says "I don't think you know someone else is living here." Once I realized that he had a list of grievances that he had kept to himself like a bitch until his one (male) friend convinced him to say something and then was going to demand shit and be rude about the entire situation, I began to correct everything he was saying in the most demeaning and sarcastic way possible. For instance, one part of the exchange went as follows: "I can't bring my friends over because you're sleeping on the couch." "You mean your friend?" "What?" "You mean that one guy that sometimes comes over to appraise your anime figurines?" "Anyway..." Then I insisted that it was "because I'm white," and demanded that he write up a list of grievances and proposed solutions and fed-ex them to my work address. He refused and I ended the conversation. I eventually went to my room, but not before moving all of my mobile possessions, including every lightbulb in our living room the power strip to which his VCR and TV connect and the wireless hub, into my bedroom, standing my coffee table and couches on their sides against the wall to prevent him from using them, and removing all of my cooking supplies, silverwear and china from the kitchen. I'll show the passive aggressive bastard...

Fats, venice in the near future? Cool Graphito StyleZ?

It's all about the brilliant cut... Rappers know! (And they do care about black people...)