Benner

Never had a liquor that's made me angry. I'm usually the happy fat drunk at the party.

Tekillya works for me

lmao that's the version i was looking for when i downloaded it

I've got both of these because of the movie "Old School" Bonny Tyler- Total Eclipse of the heart Kansas- Dust in the wind

Okay cool. I think I'm going to end up trying this.

Yeah I'm meaning I've heard alot of people saying how they dull out like sun fade really bad within a few months of being in the sunlight. Does this seem like a good way to do it? http://www.ls1tech.com/forums/paint-body-work/447719-vht-nite-shades-write-up-installation-preparation.html

I'm looking to darken my tail lights but I'm not a fan of the covers, so my question is, for those of you that have painted your tail lights black (or smoked), How'd you go about doing it and keeping them from dulling out. Pics are appreciated as well. Hopefully this is in the right section. Mods feel free to move it if not.

If the farmer's almanac predicts this winter correctly you should be making some really nice money this year. Saying it should be worse than last year.

I-O

Well I appreciates all your guys opinions whether good or bad. Like I said, The main reason I did the trade was because of the intake but I don't think they look too bad. I actually like them on the dark Blue color of the car. I'll probally end up getting another set of ZR1's powdercoated but for now these are plenty good for me. The old ZR1's were curb rashed on several areas so that took away the appeal of them, at least to me. Plus I hated always having to polish and wax them. These wheels will be much easier to care for. If I get a chance to, I'll wash the car tomorrow and clean the wheels and get some better photo's of the car and maybe I'll change a couple people's thoughts.

Actually I think this intakes probably about the perfect size for the power I'm making right now but what do you have?

I know alot of people probally won't like them as much but the other wheel had curb rash pretty bad and I was really wanting an LS6 intake so it was a pretty even trade from my point of view.

I don't know man. I'm not much for street racing. Never been. We'll find a time to race sometime.

ahhahahaha!!! Don't worry I thought the same thing when I read it. I was like "Are you fucking kidding me, what the fuck did he do with the damn ping pong balls. Where the fuck did he put them?" So I had to share my anger.

A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?' The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished. Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.' The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.' And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball. The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again. The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday. `Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.' The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.' And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls. The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again. The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday. `Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.' The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?' `A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed. `I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.' And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls. The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared. `Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?' The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.' The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again. The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday. `Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.' One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory. The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home. The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left. The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong. `Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.' It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country. The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there. `Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.' That night, the son spent on board the tanker. The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy. A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital. His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?' Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.' The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.' `Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.' The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk. `Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.' The son nodded weakly. The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room. `Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested. The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter. `I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth. `I- I-' Then he died.

ahahha!!! i love seeing pics like that. I laugh everytime I see them.

I thought that too when I saw the picture. I went back outside and checked it. It's just the way the steering wheel is turned a little bit.

I may. It'll be a little while though before I can afford it. I mainly did the swap because I got the LS6 intake out of it. It sucks because it was raining all day and I couldn't take the car out for a hard run after I finished up.

LOL if I'd had the money to powdercoat the Zr1's I would've

Yeah I took it out for a drive the other day and came to the conclusion that it's just too much fun to sell. The big benefit is these are much easier to clean. Plus the ZR-1's had alot of curb rash from the previous owner. And of course I got an LS6 intake out of the deal http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj32/Formula98/new4.jpg

Well I got an offer for my polished ZR-1 that I couldn't pass up yesterday and I decided to go for it. Traded my Zr-1's and my LS1 Intake for a set of 98 C5 black powder coated wheels and an LS6 Intake. At first I didn't think the wheels would look as good but now I think it looks better than it did before. It offsets my NBM color nicely. Now all I need to do is Shade my tail lights and side markers, and paint my calipers. So tell me what you think. Sorry for the pic quality. It was raining and the rims are a little dirty from the drive home http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj32/Formula98/11-15-08NewRims5.jpg http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj32/Formula98/11-15-08NewRims35.jpg http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj32/Formula98/11-15-08NewRims25.jpg

I 2nd that request.

I can't believe it, I really get the privalege of being the first to say "YOU FAIL". Gordon's the biggest pansie in Nascar

Love the Zombie mode. I spent most of the day yesterday playing at a friends place online. Made it to Level 21. Get's ridiculous. Word of the wise when playing with 4 people, "Don't unluck the upstairs EVER!!!" After level 15 we all fall back into the side room you can open and have 2 cover the doors and 2 cover the windows and wall. We had the 2 at the door with a ray gun each. After 15 we found that the flame thrower is pointless. It takes to long and when there's a bunch rushing you, your bound to have a couple get through.

Because its a sequal to Casino Royale. There wasn't really any explaining what was happening. Pretty much they just took off from where the last movie ended. You wouldn't know the basis behind why he's going after everybody.