I've worked on my car a total of three times and accomplished more than 90% of this thread.
I'm leaving for AZ Wednesday, when I return work will get serious. It has to be ready for the Buick GSCA Nationals in BG or I'll never hear the end of it from the Canadians.
No, I'm sitting here at work flexing my cock. My e-cock was already flexed in this thread because I apparently have groupies.
Now bring me lunch, and a beer.
When I'm on my bike and see a female, particularly one in an SUV, or an Asian woman, my instant reaction is "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE".
In my truck it's more "if I stay close to her long enough I'll get a free new car".
Ditto. I've wasted 3 hours typing up some bullshit Progress Management Process bullshit I have to do for the first quarter.
Making goals at a job you want to leave is lulz.
There is no way that car runs a 7.49, that dial has to be 660', which is slow as dog shit for a gutted big block race car.
7.49 * 1.55 = 11.60 1320' ET
Yawn.