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Saw this on another forum and figured I'd share it here. It's a pretty awesome short clip. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNKuesBVmYs&feature=player_embedded

The one thing that Steve Jobs did better than any other MFG was to create the myth of the superiority of their product over the others. Basically, he created a very large flock of sheep that keep going over the fence to be sheared. Waste of good money ! Had the Droid HTC incredible and now the samsung galaxy s3. will equal or out preform the iphone in every way.

Lol.....apple keeps turning out 'new' phones without any real significant changes between adjacent models and you suckers keep buying them.....

In soviet Russia, Vodka drink you

Rep Trish. See above.

FYI for those interested- Enterprise Video Platform

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZtxBZ9D5sI

We need a president that is not affraid to say the following to some stupid country: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click." Then flatten them, while screaming THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO FUCK THE UNITED STATES IN THE ASS Problem solved, problem staying solved.

I hope all the disaster preppers living on jupiter have enough guns and ammo to get through this.

Motherfuckers deserve an ass-kicking for what they did to Doc Brown.

Let's see how bad I fail the sticky for newbs, here goes... Name is Eric, happy to be here. A coworker (dq driver) referred me to this site on a FS ad and I thought I'd check out the scene. My car is an E92 M3 and in the last 2 years I've slowly dipped my toe in the road course/HPDE scene. Here is a shot in action at Mid-Ohio last month: http://images5a.snapfish.com/232323232%7Ffp63568%3Enu%3D737%3A%3E794%3E259%3EWSNRCG%3D3574824%3B6734%3Anu0mrj Previous rides were Z32 300ZX (NA), B5 S4, Integra GS-R, G35 coupe. I'm an engineer, I like long walks on the beach and my favorite color is blue. And I like ice cream.

And this is why i preach to put the less experienced riders in the front so they dont try and play catch up and 95% of the people here bitch otherwise and say they should be in back +1000000 for flounder and eat shit to those that disagree as heres your evidence..... :trophy:

I love liter bikes I love Darwin I love youthful ignorance This video combines many of my loves. dipshit.

Agreed on all the above This is possibly one of my favorite gun scenes in a movie. I feel that they hit the nail on the head with the sound http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k80j4_hwU6E Seems to me they got it right by comparison http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOoUVeyaY_8

This is true. I call you guys my track family, and even if I'm having a horrible week at work or whatever the issue I know I can go to the track and its my great escape from everything. You guys are the best!

Well I have first hand knowledge of this times two..since I broke my neck in 98 and learned how to walk again ride again and race again only to break my back last year. The best thing you can do is be supportive without going over the top. Trust me I'm still dealing with a lot of this issues that come with being paralyzed. Do your research and get him to a great rehab hospital for spinal cord injuries. I went to Shepherd which was awesome and helped a lot. Just remember every spinal cord injury is different so try not to compare one persons injury to another. If you have any other questions give me a pm

Hey bro, I just went through some of this stuff this spring too, not as close a family member as a brother, but I lost my cousin and my uncle(same side of the family), within a week of each other. The thing was, no one has ever been able to tell us/the family how she passed away. She was mid 30's, had her own business, and worked for another company both. Her and her BF got into an argument, and no one knows much else. Found her the following day in her car, don't know where, how, etc. Autopsy never showed anything, or at least they didn't tell us. They called my uncle midnight the next day when they found his contact info. It was a terrible service, my uncle adopted her with her mom who is now my aunt, because her dad was a huge loser. She had 2 brothers that are both complete wastes, live at home in their 30's, multiple kids with different people etc. Then 2 days before the funeral, the same uncle got contacted that my uncles landlord had found him dead in his apartment. They called him at midnight just like the call for when his daughter passed away. It literally tore the family apart, emails were exchanged, phone calls made, people came in from all over the country. Anyways, when it all happened, I didn't know what to do, I was sitting in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, not crying, but crying. Tears, and emotions for about 2 weeks straight. I ended up taking a day off work for my cousins funeral, and think I took a random day or 1/2 day and just sat home alone, just to calm myself. Craig and I were going through some shit at the same time and honestly, we relied on each other a lot then. It was right around that awful Putnam event we went to, and the first Nelson round we went to. I know none of us "know" each other in regards to life long friends, or family friends, but there's a bond with a lot of us, that most wouldn't understand. I think it's because in the end we trust each other with our own lives, and respect each others lives enough to ride and race together. In the end, we are all closer than most know because of that. I know you have my number and if you need anything, just call or text bro. I spent a lot of time with my Fiance' and my dog during those days, and she really helped.

When my younger brother was 10 he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors didn't even want to operate, they used the words; "make him comfortable". After some consultation it was decided to operate under the understanding that he only had a 50/50 chance of surviving the operation, and a 90% chance of being left totally blind because the tumor grew around his the optic nerves. I had tried to be the strong one. My mother was devastated and my other younger brother was too young. My older brother and I had to be "the rock". My step-dad didn't care and my biological father lived in another country (came home for the operation, but there was no interaction between him and my mother due to unresolved acrimony). I was doing great all the way through the operation, several hours. We all sat in the waiting room trading funny stories about my brother as the surgeons cut his brain open (looked like Data from Star Trek when they open his scalp to access the control panel on his skull) to get the golf-ball-sized tumor out. I reminded everyone that he and I spoke a non-English language for years as he struggled with his Aphasia (auditory dyslexia, tumor-related it turns out) I had to translate for the rest of the family. I was just in tune with him so when he spoke his jumbled nonsensical words I understood fine. The doctor walked in to the room and told us they were done and he was awake but they had to take more good brain tissue than they wanted, and warned us that even if he survived he "most likely won't be him any more." My mother and I were first to visit him. I had to hold her up as we approached the room, almost carry her, she was utterly destroyed be grief and worry. He looked asleep but we knew he wasn't. We were shocked by his black eyes despite being warned it would happen. He roused slightly but didn't respond to my mother. We were both imagining the worst - was he in a vegetative state? I put my hand in his face as if try to wipe the black eyes away, and said; "Do you know who I am?" He opened his eyes, draw a deep and labored breath, then said; "Stop being stupid Scruit, of course I know who you are." I told him to "Get well soon, you're using up a perfectly good hospital bed that someone else might need." then took my mother back out into the corridor. I made sure I was out of earshot of his room... And I was done. Collapsed on the floor and cried like a baby. My mother sat with me, not doing any better herself. As we stood up again she told me to wash my face and compose myself before we went back down to the waiting room to relay the news. She told me that I had been the only strong one and that everyone was relying on me to be strong to help them through it. I told her I wasn't. She said that didn't matter - if I can be strong for them then that's all that matters. Being strong doesn't mean you are emotionless. Being strong means you stand there are a beacon of hope and strength for those who need you, when they need you. We went back downstairs and I relayed the news that he had survived, retained *some* sight and was still "him". Not a dry eye in the room, except mine. I was still the strong one for everyone, and they took comfort from that. Being strong doesn't mean you have to be divorced from all feeling. It's a tough role, but you need to fill it. Be that guiding light of hope for your family when they are around... Nobody will judge you for how you cope with it on your own. Least of all me.

This election makes me miss the days of turd sandwich vs giant douche

And the proper response to that last statement: "Only if we time it right!"

May 29th, 1986... The day I was born. The day I decided not to give two shits. :fuckyeah: <3 stories.

Brand for brand, Samsung outsold the iPhone. Sports scores and movie times through voice search...REVOLUTIONARY! Google has quite the list of things to sue over if they were a company full of assholes.