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Whats wrong with being a flipnuthooker?? They need love too!!!
There have been many a night when I was working days, driving down 270 in tears almost cause of him. He is absolutely hilarious!!!
I like your father's philosophy, but unfortuately there are far more, I feel, that will not be as forgiving as your father. I wish the world was better as it grows older, but I dont see that happening any time soon
wat the heck is a flipnuthooker, lee? I reckon it's one of them there big city words us country folk can't understand, haha.
It's just one of Dave Glover's things he says when he's trying to gather his thoughts during a ramble about something. If you saw my comment in the BGPM thread about corn chip toe nails. That was a Glover story about a family gathering and he referred to "Uncle Stinky and his corn chip toe-nails". ok...I just laughed. He is very funny, but when you know where he is going before he gets there, you need to take a break from listening.
Darn you James I will wind up listening to him on the way home from work tonight.
Looks like you guys have got me wanting to listen to the radio again.
Won't help. Trust me. My average load puts my truck at 78,000+lbs and I might as well be invisible. My dream car is a re-engined decommissioned Ferret armored vehicle. I figure flipping that 30mm cannon around backwards oughtta get rid of the tailgaters, at least.
If you really want to make an impression on drivers, get an old, rusty white Ford truck. Nobody will mess with you. I promise.
I got a good one for this today. In the Grand Prix no less. I don't think I have EVER been so pissed off at someone before. Unfortunately (or fortunately probably) this guy caught me where I could not back-up, turn around, or otherwise catch him.
I will try to explain this section of highway best I can so you get the visual. We are getting onto southbound 291 hwy off of eastbound 39th street. Now in order to do this, you have to turn left onto the entrance ramp which is a cloverleaf of sorts. You have to turn North onto the ramp and it circles around putting you southbound onto 291. You get your own lane once you are on, but if you stay in that lane, it is exit only onto westbound I-70 in about a 1/4 mile or less. I was wanting to go eastbound on I-70, so I have to get over one lane, which I do, so that I can go over I-70 and take the next exit to the right which circles around and put you back eastbound.
Well, here's where the fun starts, I get onto southbound 291 along with another car right in front of me. 291 is clear, so I move over into the next lane so that I don't get forced onto westbound I-70. I hang back to let this car in front of me over in case they need to. Well, they make no attempt to get over and never turn on a signal, so I assume they are getting off onto westbound I-70. Now there is a Ranger pickup beside me on the left, so I can't move over any farther. At the very last second, the girl driving the car that was in front of me decides she needs over. I am now about half a car length past her, right next to her, on her left since I figured they were getting off because they made no attempt to get off earlier. Well, she clicks on her blinker and just starts over, literally clipping the corner of the exit. I can't get over because of the truck next to me, so I just hammer it and fly by to get out of the way.
So, all is well, no one got hit and other than me calling her and idiot under my breath, nothing more happened.... until.... I get to my exit which is just over the other side of I-70 and here comes the car, hauling ass. I get over into my exit lane and just as I'm starting to turn right into the cloverleaf, the guy in the passenger side of the car rolls down his window and chucks out a fast food cup full of something and narrowly misses the front of my car. What the hell!? I slammed on the brakes, but realized there was nothing I could do. I had already entered the exit and was past the point of no return, so I just kept going. They kept going south on 291. The wife and I stopped for lunch and I checked the front of the car. Nothing on it thankfully, but it went right under the front when he threw it.
Pretty retarded. Somehow it was my fault that his girlfreind or whatever didn't now how to drive or use a signal. My fault that I was almost hit when she decided to weave over at the last second. Also my fault for not just ramming the guy in the Ranger pickup off the road so I could make room for her.
Oh well.
Last edited by Abrasive; 01-20-2008 at 03:39 PM.
people think that blinker makes a forcefield that moves everyone else
I had a car full of crazies at a red light try to pick a fight with me. I was alone with my son(he was around 2 then). These 2 b!tches get out of the passenger side and want to fight. I saw that the light was fixin to turn green. So when they said you wanna fight? I said yeah. They ran up to my car and I mashed out. They threw their orange soda(McDonalds cup) at me. It hit the inside of my windshield and dash and splattered ALL OVER!! I cannot stand orange soda or the smell of oranges. I was very quiet back then. I wasnt psycho yet at all. I was also very small (99lbs). now Im bigger(118) and been married long enough to not take any crap from anyone!
I hate people like that, I would've just got out of my car and obliged them if I would have witnessed this. I have no tolerence for super ignorant people that pick on people and/or start fights, but I sure do believe in finishing them if need be. That is why I don't go to bars anymore, to keep myself out of trouble. You can't enjoy a drink w/o those people that want to fight evryone and mess with the women, being there also.
Im not big. I meant 118 is bigger than 99. BY FAR! I've always been a pig too! Our waitress wont take anyone at our tables plate unless she knows I dont want their food too.haha
haha, I will have my sn changed immediately then. lol.
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