KhaoticRebel

Get my brakes fixed? My brakes work just fine. I was able to do 90+ on the highway and pull off and stop in a split second. Both Scrappy and I almost ran into you though when you slowed down to like 45 on the darn highway you jerk! Besides, you should have been able to read my mind to know when I was going to stop suddenly.

We thought we lost you a couple of times, but you did do well keeping up with us. It was good to meet you and have you on our team!

I guess Team 3 was my team then. LPSanders13 ScrappyGrl Dweezle Magley Assassin Sorry if I didn't put numbers and stuff on the sn.

Holy smiley faces Scrappy! M Magley, I'll get you the pics as soon as I get my memory card back.

I don't even know what team I was on. There were numbers? LOL.

You're also lucky you had me since I served as your tour guide for all of southern Ohio that day!. I do have to say that you looked damn sexy in the moo-moo though. That picture will DEFINITELY surface later.

You should thank me for putting up with your cranky butt! "Waaaa, I want a new team, waaaaa!"

That's easier said than done. It was dark and had hoodies up. I was looking through an upstairs window with a screen on it. Not the best for identifying someone. I also don't teach at the school that the kids attend, so I don't know any of the boys' faces well enough to identify them in the dark. If nobody gets caught, I'll just take pleasure in the fact that the gal behind the devious deed will never amount to anything. It's the little things in life that get me by. I'll also keep the beheading idea on the backburner. Not bad.

I have a key suspect. It wasn't them who physically put the bleach in my gas tank, but I have a feeling they were the mastermind of the operation. This way they could stick to the claim that they didn't do it, which would be true.

A.) You must have me confused with a mechanic. B.) Do you know of a mechanic that is open at 1am? C.) It's a lease and it's up in August. D.) I have a motorcycle and another car I can use until August.

Yes, August 9th. Thanks for all your support guys! I'll keep you updated on the extent and cost of the damage. I'm really hoping that Lady Karma comes through on this one for me!

For those wondering, bleach and gas apparently do not mix well in the gas tank. Thursday night I caught two punk high school kids f'n with my car. I expected to see my car keyed or something similar. Upon initial inspection, I didn't see anything. I promptly moved my car into my garage and it was then I saw that something had streamed from my gas tank door area. I was like, "Great, the fuckers peed on my car. Super." I was hesitant to touch it, but I did anyway. I smelled it and it was bleach! WTF?! Bleach?! I called the cops and they looked around briefly who had taken off on foot when I yelled at them to get the fuck away from my car. This is why I don't own a gun, because I definitely would have used it on these worthless walks of life. The cops took prints, but informed me that juveniles don't have prints in the system. Why'd they bother with prints then? I firmly believe this was not a random incident, given the fact there were far more appealing targets in the parking lot than my car. My car sits immediately outside of an alcove with four apartment doors and near a light. There were several cars in the corners of the lot in complete darkness. I rode my motorcycle to work on Friday since it was gorgeous. I called the Jeep dealer to figure out how bad the situation was and what I needed to do. He informed me that he didn't think it'd be a big deal. He was wrong. Who knows how much was put into the gas tank. I had a full tank to start with, but apparently the bleach won out. I started the car today to head to Cincinnati and I couldn't even get the damn thing out of my apartment complex. The transmission light and the slippery road light (I have a JEEP that has a "no shit Sherlock" it's slippery light) went apeshit. It was running ridiculously rough and then crapped out. I had it towed and now it will sit until Tuesday before it gets a solid look. This could get interesting...and expensive. The lessons I have learned is: A. Gas and bleach do not make my Jeep very happy. B. Do not cut a girl off of a high school softball team no matter how many school rules she has broken throughout the season, because it will be my fault and result in retaliation. (This is only speculation at this time.) UPDATE: I got the car back on Wednesday. Drove it back to Pataskala, filled up the gas tank, made two stops, and then it died in my apartment complex around 5PM. Again. It just flat out wouldn't start. To add to my frustration, the girl who was behind the sabotage (allegedly) was hanging out at the apartment that overlooks my parking lot. Instead of giving her the satisfaction of watching me get the car towed for a second time, I waited until 10PM. Once again, it's at the shop. They said they'll replace the fuel pump and anything with rubber. The estimate this time is $1100. This brings the grand total, so far, up to just under $1400. Coaching is so rewarding. The saga continues...

I like that little road too. There's one tiny hill that drops into gravel though that always worries me, but still a nice ride. I usually make a loop consisting of Hickman, Brownsville, 668, 204, and then back into Pataskala.

...and Electra. No, not the American Gladiator.

LOL look at the computer mouse in the midst of all the cars! :lol:

I not sure what could have caused him to become "airborne" in that section of 310 though. You kind of have to wonder whether or not he died immediately or had to suffer watching any chance of rescue continually drive by his location. That's really sad.

The Pickerington place is close for me, so that's my vote.

Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

I always buy men's gear, because it's cheaper, I have long arms, and wear a 10 1/2 in mens shoes. We probably end up wearing the same size stuff ha ha.

HAHAHAHA, I bitch about that every time I go to Iron Pony. All the jackets are cut for anorexic chicks with big boobs. I'm 5'6" and 130lbs and I can't fit into any of the chick jackets. I also hate how they have FAR less padding and protective crap in them, too. WTF, we don't need to be protected in a crash? Sorry, rant over, but I LOL'd when I read yours. Rep to you chica!

Here's my kitty: Danny. He's generally a cranky cat, but I love the little furball!

That's hilarious. I totally did not think that when I saw the picture.

Reggie's tongue is bigger than his head!

It said mother. He's like 50-60 and lives with his mother. No wonder he can't write properly. My favorite part is "neighbors's". Apparently we collectively own something?

I thought about doing that with a big red marker ha ha. I guess it's the teacher in me.