It’s hard to believe this is from 1975. Also, this is emotional as hell. I haven’t felt this way since I booted up Windows 95.
HideyoshiJP
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Nah, dude. The other 4WD was all prerendered.
Yeah, man. Jewish God was way more straight up than this Hell business. He’d just be like *BAM!* salt wife.
Look at the lower half. This is clearly the widebody version.
I mean, I went to school in a pretty conservative area, and we learned about the trail of tears, American Indian wars, slavery, the detention of Japanese-American citizens, and how the police responded to the civil rights movement.
I once crashed on ice. I accidentally (and instinctively) tapped the brake as I was steering ever so slightly out of it. From the moment I tapped it, I came to my senses and realized I’d just fucked myself. Luckily, I was only going like 10 MPH. I also had winter tires on - it was just a solid sheet.
Oh, so you admit it! Prosecution rests.
I hear ya. You don’t want more competition.
My rule is “anything you put in the car gets taken out when you leave.”
I know, right? I got all excited for a minute.
This is still the wrong answer. I’m deadly serious that I believe the proper answer is to simply not make a consious decision to do anything but plow forward whilst hitting the brakes. Don’t swerve, but don’t do anything. Don’t prioritize the passenger nor prioritize the people on the outside.
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Dude, everybody knows dogs love to rip things off the front of cars.
Nah. Just the license plate. Takes me back to the days when I’d put a license plate with my name on my bicycle.
Oh, uhh... I’m looking for a Mr. Jass. First name’s Hugh.
That’s like the complete opposite of what I see in where I live in Missouri. Most of them here are dudes in their thirties and forties who wish they were in high school. Of the notable modified pickups I’ve seen around here driven by high school kids, one was an extremely tasteful first generation Dodge Ram 250 or 350…
I miss the days when 1500s are all these jokers had to work with. :/
I’m going to wager a guess that your friend is called Chase...
It could be Creve Coeur Camera, provided he lives in the St. Louis area.