iwishiwascool

since you probably dont get it, smart kid: You're the puffer. Your dad is a marshmallow. Your mom is a whore for shiney pick up trucks. I'm at work. I got paid more in the time it took to write these two lil short stories than you make in a day.

Milestone 2: A long 5 years passed. The impromptu family faced many challenges and was defeated by nearly every one. At 7 years old, the puffer was now over one hundred and fifty pounds. His mother had falling into the habit of feeding him into an early grave. Habits he would unfortunately carry on into adult hood. A retreat even further into the rural country gave them refuge from the cold world. Tax collectors, repo men etc wouldn’t have a chance in finding them. It was a brisk October day. Birds overhead formed V patterns in escape of forthcoming winter. Patches of of oranges and reds highlighted the green tapestry that covered the valley. Dried fallen leaves crinkled under their feet. It was one of many hunting outings in which the marshmallow subsidized the food budget. Sr. Mellow put his hand on the Puffers shoulder and began speaking in a somber tone [Though still plagued by that thick southern drawl] "Son, you know some things." he began. "Seein as how yur sure to be a lard ass, on top of the ab-so-lutely fucked up values that that woman is fillin that head of yurs with, you should know how to fight back when kidsr makin fun of you. I reckon it'll work till you’re at least 30." He swiftly turned, fired his weapon indiscriminately at some rustling brush. A rabbit scurried away the moment the bullets stopped. The puffers ears still ringing, he could barely hear what his father was about to say. "When kids make fun of you, alls ya gotta do is say: 'well yur the dum one fur takin the time to make funa me, sucker'." Between the ringing in his ears and the rumble of his hungry belly he could barely conceptualize what he meant. It wasn’t till later than night, in his inflatable bed, that he internalized that lesson that he would forever used when confronted by people smarter than he.

Mile Stone 1: Two years had passed since the puffer was thrust into this unwelcoming world. The Marshmallow sat in the back of the trailer in a quiet contemplative trance, blankly staring at the fuzzy black and white screen. The bag of potato chips lain empty next to him, another victim of his coping mechanism. Momma sat in the kitchen/living room stuffing the puffer's lil swollen face with anything she could find. Anything to keep him from crying that rang out nearly the entire length of the day and night. This was, of course, the reason he had become such a junior marshmallow, but it was all moms could do to keep him quiet. She heard a muffled commotion outside accompanied by excited whispers. She peered out to see A tow truck adorned with the familiar "Buds AutoBody and Towin'" on the side. (Marshmallow Sr. Had just been fired from there 4 months ago.) The back wheels slowly lifting off the ground, the 1972 Chevy Pickup, which Sr. was so proud of, looked as if it was preparing to launch. She shrieked and screamed. The towers froze. Then continued more quickly now unconcerned with noise. Moms ran to the back of the trailer (Not to imply that the trailer was long enough to extend more than a few strides, nor uncluttered enough to make said strides fully extended). The commotion hardly stirred Sr. out of his daze. When he finally made it to the door, he could only weep as he saw his last remaining joy bouncing down the gravel roadway. When he first bought the car 2 years ago brand new from the show room, he truly believed things were going his way. He had a brand new car in the first month of its introduction. He earned a mechanics wage that could more than afford the burden of a shiny new Chevy. He just new that he would finally be able to escort a woman who allow him to fuck her. And he did. He did not anticipate a baby in the budget. Or having to move out of his parents home. Or the inordinate amount of food and diapers the lil puffer would consume. "STEAKUM" the puffer screamed. Moms turned in shock. After 2 long years the puffer spoke his first word. Ecstatic that the puffer was showing signs of brain development, she nearly forgot about the latest blow to the family. "Steakum, steakum" he screamed in almost demanding fashion. A flimsy door slammed in the back of the trailer as a potato chip bag crinkled. [ 04. October 2004, 11:24 AM: Message edited by: iwishiwascool ]

You could have poked at my wanna be metro faux-hawk, my excessive use of two cent words to make myself feel smart, my four banger POFS of a car, etc, etc... but your, and I quote "Ability to chew somebody out", which is "Better than most", compelled you to chose my screen handle of all things... which is, in fact, not the song your parents were listening to when they mistakenly conceived you in the back of that 1972 Chevy pick up. The suspension barely able to resist the occasional thrusts from your marshmallow of a dad, Your mom picking at her remaining tooth, impatiently waiting for the inevitable climax, daddy-to-be drenched in a marathon worth of sweat grunting and grimacing, only slightly muffling the sweet sounds of the Eagles. "WELL, SHEIT!"[in a thick southern drawl] Moms exclaimed, breaking the monotony. She continued, "Fer Why'd you have to go and do that". The marshmallow, startled and embarrassed at his own incompetence muttered, "Sawry" avoiding the disgusted glaze of your mother as she sponged away the [probably more qualified] gametes that dripped from her nether regions. Nine months later, the gremlin of a baby sprung from that formerly dripping crotch... only to be dropped, head side down, a few moments later. What a life that puffer would lead. Filled with cream puffs and self dilution, he would take on that world believing people would surely to be convinced of his superiority if only he “assaulted” them with accusations of alternative sexual preference mixed in with alpha male chest pounding threats of physical abuse. The marshmallow coddled his future silverback with contemptive regret, wishing he could just jump back 9 months and pull his lil pecker away from the moist hole a few seconds earlier. “A curse.” He thought. “A curse.”

telling you that a heated o2 doesnt equal a wideband wasnt constructive? oh well, off to the kitchen.

I hope you mean a wideband... I cant imagine youd waste your time on a standard o2 meter on a 6 second car. heated != wideband.

Ive had every fill up at hensler. Make sure your injector clips are secured to the injectors... if one were to come off @ 28 psi of boost while spraying a 50 shot, that may or may not blow your head gasket.

I got 56%. so it goes.

My former roomate did just that.

who is doing your work?

Im getting satelite digital TV, so there wont be any promo packages... I might just go with DSL. I was skeptical of it at fist, but my GF has it and its quite dependable.

Ive got a bit of knowledge. I would have been a rescon for OSU UNITS had I not had an "Incident" with a back orifice program my freshman year.

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Im DEFINITELY not watching that. Ever.

In gahanna if that makes a difference. Im willing to consider all options (Even DSL). There will be 3 computers connected.

but... after you beat it, if you did it without turning the mouse upsidedown, try doing it that way. It was actually harder to reverse the reversing of the instinct

10 minutes, no cheating... I used to play half life with the reverse mouse function.

Ive refered a number of people to him. All were more than satisfied with the quality of his work and the ultra speedy service. Good guy.

unstickify me! Thanks for the support.

That thing was no joke. Either one of them for that matter. 2 FWD Family cars > All of ColumbusDSM. I couldnt get my shit running right all day. I was running faster W/O the nitrous. Finally I blew the hell out of my head gasket and followed it home on a flat bed. So it goes. At least we broke even. Ill ask around to see if anyone caught yours on video.

Im convinced

Any last minute entries can show and pay me or one or someone with a clip board at the track. We are meeting at 930 at Quaker Steak on Polaris.

IB4DormDrama

Who has one, what features are most important? (max resolution, refresh, dot pitch?) I was originally leaning toward a 17" since thats the size of my CRT, but after a visit to Best Buy I have to go with the big screen. Any specific model recomendations would be nice too.

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