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Cause Obama is an idiot.

Old people do not mess around...

I would bet you would kill the cobra on low boost. Were there any stakes in the race? Any money on the line?

MERCEDES C230............

Mercedes C230 /thread...

Nice Will, I hope it does well next season.

Dude in the purple was good.

What is another way I can get a phone change if I am not eligible for an upgrade? I wanna switch phones.

Um, didnt Obama print out another 600 billion dollars just recently. Mark my words, I think another big recession is in the works.

PLOW TEAM 5

Jake I got one you can use for free. You will have to come pick it up though. I live in pataskala.

I got alil older truck just so I dont really have to deal with all the emission stuff they put on the new ones. I think me with my new truck, Moore in my old one, and Anthony in his will be knocking out this snow this yr. And of course Hua on the snow blower.

I got a 05 duramax. I am very happy with the chevy. I liked the ford but I think the chevy is a way better truck. Chris I got a Edge tuner on the truck and I really dont want to mess with it to much. I wanna leave as close to stock as possible seeing as thats when they run their best.

All through a 6 speed. Good luck getting that thing to go anywhere..

Roger that. I dunno how the previous owner thought it was safe to drive like this. I literally cannot see my mirrors at night time. I would day it is close to being limo tint. I assume he was trying to match the rear windows. I would say 35% should be good for me to keep the look I want and be safe while plowing. I will contact Youseff.

Put a good auto in it and your car will go alot faster then you think if the converter is right for your setup.

I was wondering what is a good way to keep salt off the motor of my truck this winter. Last winter I would wash my truck after every plow, but still today it has some crusty salt film left in the motor, even after washing and washing. So whats a good product to remove salt so my new truck doesnt rust out in the engine bay.

I need to get the driver and passenger window tint removed and lightened up. I cant even see my mirrors at night time which does not make it safe for snowplowing. I was wondering if there is a good way without scratching up the windows to remove the tint.

Wow what an amazing thread.

It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Anthony, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely puzzled, Anthony stroked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved penis was missing! Immediately he called his former lay, Brian. Anthony had known Brian for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Brian was unique. He was congenial though sometimes a little... oafish. Anthony called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. Brian picked up to a very ecstatic Anthony. Brian calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies shudder before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually scandalously grimace *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Anthony. Why was Brian trying to distract Anthony? Because he had snuck out from Anthony's with the penis only five days prior. It was a enticing little penis... how could he resist? It didn't take long before Anthony got back to the subject at hand: his penis. Brian panicked. Relunctantly, Brian invited him over, assuring him they'd find the penis. Anthony grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Brian realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the penis and he had to do it aimlessly. He figured that if Anthony took the curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala), he had take at least five minutes before Anthony would get there. But if he took the Trans am? Then Brian would be ridiculously screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Brian was interrupted by eight dimwitted dogs that were lured by his penis. Brian sneezed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling puzzled, he skillfully reached for his dull pencil and thoughtfully attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the haunted thicket, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Trans am rolling up. It was Anthony. ----o0o---- As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of dull pencils, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, Anthony was out of the Trans am and went wildly jaunting toward Brian's front door. Meanwhile inside, Brian was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the penis into a box of potatos and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Brian was stunned but at least the penis was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' Brian exotically purred. With a careful push, Anthony opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish noble genius in a pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Brian assured him. Anthony took a seat RIGHT next to where Brian had hidden the penis. Brian grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Anthony was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Brian noticed a clueless look on Anthony's face. Anthony slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' Brian felt a stabbing pain in his prostate when Anthony asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the penis right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A oafish look started to form on Anthony's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Anthony nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Brian could react, Anthony deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The penis was plainly in view. Anthony stared at Brian for what what must've been two microseconds. Before anyone could take off their pants, Brian groped surreptitiously in Anthony's direction, clearly desperate. Anthony grabbed the penis and bolted for the door. It was locked. Brian let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Anthony,' he rebuked. Brian always had been a little abrasive, so Anthony knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Brian did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. A few freaknasty minutes later, he gripped his penis tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. Brian looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Anthony. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Anthony. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Brian walked over to the window and looked down. Anthony was gone. ----o0o---- Just yonder, Anthony was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind Brian's place. Anthony had severely hurt his taint during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral dogs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the penis. One by one they latched on to Anthony. Already weakened from his injury, Anthony yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of dogs running off with his penis. About six hours later, Anthony awoke, his shin throbbing. It was dark and Anthony did not know where he was. Deep in the arid imaginery desert, Anthony was abnormally lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he remembered that his penis was taken by the dogs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a oversized dog emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha dog. Anthony opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the dog sunk its teeth into Anthony's love handle. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Anthony's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure. Less than eleven miles away, Brian was entombed by anguish over the loss of the penis. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened ninja star. With a careful thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Anthony... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the penis that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant dogs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

The truth behind this story is not what you have posted or what the news has said. Its far from it. They are goin to get this situationed worked out and keep on making pizzas like they have done before.

Its in the microwave now...

I guess its at some of their stores. If you say "monkeybrains" at the register, you will get 1 free sub. Its not at all subways but most of them from what I hear. I am gonna go get a free sub tomorrow.

Just alil update, I dropped the car off at IPS today, once I get word from them what the problem is, I will have it fixed and it will be ready to go to a new owner.

Should the original post say what do you consider quick. Everyone is posting times which I think reflect more on how quick the car is. Trap speeds I think reflect more on how fast the car is. So I would say anything trapping 135 or faster with some sort of interior would be consider fast. Now if we were talking about quick, then I would say anything goin 11.50's or quicker would be considered quick.