This is Spa? I thought that this was a weekday morning on the street where my kid's school is located.
This is Spa? I thought that this was a weekday morning on the street where my kid's school is located.
Crystal Meth is one hell of a drug. Zoom Zoom!
Bull Semen Spill! My so called friend emailed me this with the tagline of something like, "They had an accident with all the work you did in the last few days."
Hot pot of coffee!!!
You know, with a couple of fake quotes, outraged exclamations, and anti-bad-music sentiment, this thread could have been a beautifully laid trap for a whole slew of later posters who would not have RTFA.
Hahahaha! Those crazy Austrians and their dingos! They're a funny bunch especially when they drive on the wrong side of the road.
Sure. Why not? Ought to be fun.
Strangely enough, it has been floated as a good fuel source. Just need enough heat (burn even PCB or dioxins at high enough a temperature and you will get H20 and CO2), blast in the air, and you have some pretty compact fuel there. Add in one turbine, some scrubbers, and water and you're in business.
Until you get the text messages and the phone calls and the headless barbie dolls and the anthrax filled envelopes.
You sir, are very daring. I wouldn't call it a hobby though.
It is not worth all the cars in Seinfeld's garage (because if you did, it would mean a lot of slashed tires, key marks, flames, and sugar in the tanks. And a lot of headless Barbie dolls.
I watched many a fallen comrade do the same. Learned well. Avoided the nut jobs. I went after the good-looking, unobtainable, ones. At least they knew what they wanted and didn't want.
Where are the cars?
Save it for the circus act when they hire you. You can change the colour of the paint on the car, but it is still the same sh*t, different social network.