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The last time someone touched a Windscreen wiper on a car I saw almost got me and my mates put into an over night cell. DAM PUFFS adn weirdo's in Kings Cross.
I remember at where I studying last year end of year 12, my car is parked next to and near teachers cars, all the car even other tafe cars were covered in cream and stuff wipers up etc My car untouched not a drop in fact the two cars next to me only got the other sides done. Remember IMAGE IS EVERYTHING, forget your thurst and Drink "14 DOWN" It's why I can leave my car unlocked in some places and no one touchs it. Of course when you don't shave and look like a Terrorist ??? mind you I saw Bin Lardins duaghter in car accident today, I think it was his duaghter or wife or Cusin or Aunt, Couldn't tell nor could the cops. Them Dam NINJA outfits you can only see the eyes. But the way Bin lardins Brother was going off, it was some relation. |
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RIP WAGON 626 GV 1023 7 seat auto 10-5-05.
RIP BA-ASTINA 323 V6 -KF P-plate victim 2-9-07 FORD TELSTAR TX-5 TURBO, 80's ICON RIP 01-07-07 REBORN WAGON -MAN 28-07-07 - A NEW START I am STILL addicted to Porn. "MXSIX" out |
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meh bugger that. cos it would prbly be
page 1 = talk about some mesh or something page 2-> = talk about stuff |
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Hail to the King, Baby! 1997 BMW Z3 Roadster, 2.8L I6 5-speed manual 1994 Kawasaki ZZR250, 6-speed parallel-twin fully-faired SOLD 1990 Eunos Cosmo 20B Twin Turbo |
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I think we need to close it and move on with our lives. Maybe just stop using the internet altogether.
Are you there Woodsy? on the count of 3, we'll turn all our computers off and never visit mx6 ever again.Ready,.....1,2.......3 Do you think it worked? |
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When they outlaw freedom, only outlaws are free
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My MX6 experience is more a rolling restoration than everyday transport...
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Maybe i should put something in my will and make you all read this thread out at my funeral???? haha... |
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Procrastinate now, don't put it off |
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Hmm hmm. I remember back in back in 2004, when Chickebabe & I fell in love for the first time. Our eyes met across the sneeze shield of Sizzlers in Hobart. It was then that i realized, "They're out of potato skins again, dammit!". Also that this was the girl of my dreams. We let the moment take us away, she nibbled gently on my french bread while I pulled my large coke, actually this was my 4th Coke, I was feeling a little bloated but I wanted to get my $1.50's worth. I knew the night was going to be special by the way she pretended that me dropping my extra rare 500gram rump steak in her lap didn't worry her. In fact, right then, for a moment I could see she was contemplating becoming a carnivore...for me. I'd have to be very careful of my meat and where I put it for now on. After several more steaks the conversation changed to things more romantic....dessert. Good turned to excellent, as we walked out, I noticed 3 families had left without taking their mints with them. What a score. We talked later in the carpark, she pretended to like cars but I could tell she was just trying to be nice, she owned a 2nd gen after all. Hours, minutes...maybe even seconds passed as we gazed into each others eyes, then, suddenly...it was over. Almost as fast as it started, we were about to seperate, maybe for ever. The 2 litres of soft serve icecream I had snuck out with was starting to melt in my shorts pocket. It was getting harder to maintain the cool, sexy race car driver image thing I had happening. I really should have worn my good Stubbies tonight, but how was I to know that this angels path and mine would cross, all be it briefly(apparently she needed to wash her hair) on that cold, wet & dreary summers night in Hobart. My life would never be the same, I was starting to think that the icecream may have been doing some serious damage in my testicular region. She drove off in a cloud of blue/black/brownie type smoke, the 2nd gen rattling along to the rhythmical sound of the crickets, steam rising from her bonnet like mist over a moonlite pond. After the clattering, clanging sound of the v6 subsided, I was left alone in the carpark. I stepped around the puddle of oil/coolant/atx fluid and, head held low, I wandered over to the Crustimobile. My life had been touched by this southern beauty, nothing would ever be the same. Then, in the back of my mind, I heard a faint voice whispering, "maybe they've brought out more potato skins by now." They had! That night will always be in my heart. [/best "Will Reading" voice] There you go, read that at your funeral. Last edited by crusty : 11-25-04 at 20:57. |
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