Yeah, but it looks like there’s been some lumpy bodywork (cheese or ground down welded sectioning) done in that area. Over the rear wheel arch up to where the C pillar meets the rest of the body. The rear edge of the rear glass appears to not come to a point and honestly, may not even be glass since it doesn’t have…
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Surely you jest! Nothing gay about kissing dudes and dancing to YMCA!
I want to think it’s because it gives the actual offenders a reason to let their guard down so they can catch them... but I’m pretty sure it’s the same reason so many black Americans were ‘resisting arrest’ when they were killed by police officers.
As an amateur drummer, this kicks ass! Honestly, the drums don’t care what color your skin is, what sex you are or any of that shit. You just need the ability to do 4 different things with each of your limbs at the same time and have some rhythm.
For certain crowds like truckers and bikers, yeah (especially bikers)... probably not going to find too many fashion company exec’s sporting one though. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s sporting something that cost more money than what’s IN my wallet.
I used to work for a hazardous waste company. Someone brought that point up. I made everyone super jumpy by noting we were all looking up drug and explosive compounds and all the stuff to make them on our laptops using aircards. The thing with those aircards is they don’t last forever. So I pointed that out and asked…
That’s funny, I tried the exhaust tape to stop cooking starters... no one mentioned that there’s a ‘cook in’ period for that wrap. What a smoke show that was...
At worst this should have been a stern talking to from the cops about pedestrian safety and the rising number of pedestrian deaths from getting hit by large SUV’s that are dominating the market. If they wanted to be real dicks about it, stretch it out for a while... “Hey mister Jay Walker! Since you seem to be in a…
Jay walking is a ‘crime’, but it’s not really supposed to be enforced like that. That’s one of those, “oops, looks like you fucked up there buddy... I’ll have the doctor at the hospital give this jay walking ticket to you when you come out of surgery” kinda ‘crimes’.
I picked up an 86 Olds Cutlass for $200 right after college. The motor went shortly after the oil pump went. Dropped a bored out 350 into it, headers, dual exhaust, Camaro trans and it even came with a posi rear. Ugly, but fun as hell. Total cost was under like $750 when I was done and it got me around for a few…
I dunno, they ride nice. If you remove the original motor, a 350 fits in a little snug, but it fits. They’re plenty of room for headers and dual 2" out the back. Many of them came standard with posi as well. The long and short of it is you can get one cheap and dump a big motor under the hood and no one sees you and…
It is exactly as you describe... a shiny turd.
Yeah, without the young lady next to you in this thing it’s still a K car. Had one when I was young but never got to drive it much because it was garbage. Buying this will break your heart more than anything.
For fruit flies in the home, just sprinkle some Truvia into a small dish.
Not for professors who teach actual, real science they ain’t.
No shit. Looks like he’s under 25, meaning he should have recently been able to pass a physical for the department but looks like the only thing he runs for are donuts and more donuts... maybe cake.
The coffee nap is the way to go. I’ve been doing it for years just thinking it made perfect sense. Then it got studied and shown to be more effective than just a nap or just coffee. Since it takes 15-20 minutes for the caffeine to work, if you’re sleeping during that time you wake up feeling fantastic.
I don’t think you’re far off, maybe dementia. I saw that pic where it looks like he has something on his head, then found other pic’s where you can see a wire running under his hair (his right side) then under the collar, probably a deep brain stimulation device.
Not even stretching it, everything got better when I read your post! Then left to go home for Tiki Time with the wife.