Mark Nixons number?
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not a charger
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Lemme guess...as of today, no one has gotten their stuff. Am I right? :toot:
not a charger
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Nope. Nothin...but I didn't expect it in the next day.
"Decade" is spelled d-e-c-a-d-e, not d-a-y. [smilie=i:
ORVIL
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ok enough already---the guy has problems and we all know it and you have made it very clear. don,t waste your life over it. we have all been helped out at one time or another when other people gave up on us. there is a story about a guy who was forgiven his debts and he was happy when that happened and only the king could do that. so the guy is happy. and the people whom he owed the money to also forgave him. so now this guy is debt free and he sees another guy that owes him money. and the law of the land says if you owe money you go to jail. so he goes to the king and says this jerk ows him money and i want it now he says. and goes after the guy and beats him up and hurts him pretty bad and calls him names and tells everybody about him.. the king heres that and calls the guy that got off in to the office and says- did i not help you and did a bunch of other people help you? the man says yes but he owes me money and i want you to thro him in jail. the king hears this and says i forgave you so you can do the same to others . so you don,t get do you so i guess i,ll forget what i did and throw you in jail and he did. and forgave the other man and all the people who forgave the first guy agreed that he was wrong not to forgive . so it goes . forget about it . when the time is right it will be taken care of. you want people to forgive you do the same to others.. so for me -- i don,t want to hear no more about it ---enough already... we get the point. i am not trying to get you angry all i am trying to do is stop your blood pressure from going up and i am sure your family is tired of it to.... get mad at me if you want I REALLY DON,T CARE. we have all lost at times and if i cried all the time about what i lost i would be a basket case-------case closed----ORVIL
6pkrunner
I think I'm pleasurin' myself but I'm just
Wow storytime, and a good'un too. Did the original guy use his refound time in jail to build a time machine and go back to he time before he was in jail and invent a death ray that zapped people who had debts? But when he turned it on he forgot he had to borrow money to build the death ray so was going to get zapped himself? But the guy he beat up, who was forgiven, knew the type of personality the death ray guy had from his encounters in the past ,which really is the future as it hadn't happened yet, knew he would build some type of time machine to get him back to the past before he was jailed and had the luxury of time so he could invet a Debtor's Death Ray, had himself invented a Debter's Death Ray Deflector? And since it deflected the Debtor's Death Ray the Debtor's Death Ray inventor finally saw the light and felt bad? But not bad enough so he invented serialized TV shows and reality shows so that the people wouldn't be killed quickly but would languish in brain rotting limbo wishing every day was their last? But a guy from Saskatchewan found a method to counteract the soul rotting TV in that the volume could be turned down and a good book would made the reality TV of soul rottingness useless? But he was caught in a fit of anguish when another one of his outlets, working on classic cars was brought t an abrupt halt when a key part of chrome for the front end was taking longer than expected? So a quest was found to attempt to locate either the key piece of chrome or another? But that got a thread started and various opinions were opined and a minor skirmish erupted and that drew the attention away from the frustrated Debtor's Death Ray and reality/serialized TV inventor and not liking to be foiled decided it would be much more tortorous to people to leave them alone and they could inflict more damage upon themselves in the quest for niceness and fairness than he could ever create? And lo it was so?
Is that more of the same story?
Is that more of the same story?
beeper*71
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6pkrunner
I think I'm pleasurin' myself but I'm just
Me too. I love story time.
...and after the whole Debtor's Death Ray/serialized TV/reality TV death march was straightened out a peaceful bliss fell upon the land. People could restore their cars to day one condition using all factory parts that were available and in stock at any store for no more than a dollar per part, from dated coded crate hemis to 1967 baloney sliced 1967 GTX exhaust tips. And others could restify their cars using parts that grew on the local trees, while others could build full out rods and customs by merely wishing it to be so. And not one of the groups - purists, restifiers, rodders thought even the slightest less of the others as that was their thing and each respected their space. The local Gag and Mc Puke had a huge parking lot where all the gearheads would gather everyday and share stories of how much better life was than the day before. They could gather every day because money trees were like weeds and grew only $1000 bills and jobs were banished during ancient times after the defeat of Taxman. After the feelgood sessions were the hug ins. Then a cruise would take place, after the tanks were siphoned off of the ever replenishing 140 octane rating avgas. Tanks had to be siphoned at least once a day, much like old Bessie. The cruise usually went past Sil's Baba Bing where each customer was paid $20 a drink and $50 to take one of the ladies away for an hour or so. Life was so good that even Jim Carrie's Truman character showed up, but the livin' crap was promptly beat out of him and a reoccurance never happened.
Then one day they hooked up cable TV...................
6pkrunner
I think I'm pleasurin' myself but I'm just
and dissention among the ranks broke out. On Speed channel it was noted at the latest Barenutt-Jerskon auction that any approaching Mopar to the bidding stand was edited out for a commercial, while pianos and guitars got full air time. This lead the Mopar guys to ask "WTF?!" and for the owners of those other marques to believe that the Mopar guys must be of lesser value as they were edited out by the new God - Cable TV. Then when the prices of the Mopars that were shown were not in the hundreds of trillions of dollars range, but had the audacity of actually falling from the previous year - well one could hear the utterings of Baron Ludwig von Siegfried from KAOS. Hemi cudas, expecting to fetch 500-600,000 were in the 200,000 range.
The only ray of light, much like a stream of bat's piss in the night, was that the "others" were also taking a hit in the coin department. The rumors ran rampant as to the cause of this and the infighting and back biting began. "Not enough orange peel in the lower quarters.", "Wrong year fingerprints on the steering wheel.", "West Virginia air in the left rear tire." - these and many more accusations were tossed around. Forsooth and alas as a pox fell upon the land of goodness. And as the dark cloud formed over Happyville things turned bleaker still as a 1972 *%$# pulled up and oozing from both front doors was Jesse James sliming out from the passenger's side, and the king of Armageddon and gut emptying, Joe Elmore from the driver's side. No one had actually saw a 1972 ^&*$ but the stories from over the years sent many a small child into rehab for several years. And those outlandish stories of the one called Jesse and the way he ripped flesh from the living using his blackened and disease infested talons and fangs....could they be true? And no one actually talked of the "other". Just the thought of his name alone could cause cerebral hemmoraging and individuals to gouge their own eyes out of their sockets and gnaw their own limbs off. No this was no pleasant visit for these two to arrive.
A pall fell over the crowd. Hope and Happiness fled quicker than a Flemish Giant from XL. Rumors and innuendos were whispered throughout the crowds. Stories dredged up from the dark recesses of the elders minds were quickly brought forward and passed on. All seemed so very very bleak..........
The only ray of light, much like a stream of bat's piss in the night, was that the "others" were also taking a hit in the coin department. The rumors ran rampant as to the cause of this and the infighting and back biting began. "Not enough orange peel in the lower quarters.", "Wrong year fingerprints on the steering wheel.", "West Virginia air in the left rear tire." - these and many more accusations were tossed around. Forsooth and alas as a pox fell upon the land of goodness. And as the dark cloud formed over Happyville things turned bleaker still as a 1972 *%$# pulled up and oozing from both front doors was Jesse James sliming out from the passenger's side, and the king of Armageddon and gut emptying, Joe Elmore from the driver's side. No one had actually saw a 1972 ^&*$ but the stories from over the years sent many a small child into rehab for several years. And those outlandish stories of the one called Jesse and the way he ripped flesh from the living using his blackened and disease infested talons and fangs....could they be true? And no one actually talked of the "other". Just the thought of his name alone could cause cerebral hemmoraging and individuals to gouge their own eyes out of their sockets and gnaw their own limbs off. No this was no pleasant visit for these two to arrive.
A pall fell over the crowd. Hope and Happiness fled quicker than a Flemish Giant from XL. Rumors and innuendos were whispered throughout the crowds. Stories dredged up from the dark recesses of the elders minds were quickly brought forward and passed on. All seemed so very very bleak..........
6pkrunner
I think I'm pleasurin' myself but I'm just
"I have come to suck the very life force from your miserable shells of what you laughingly call a life!" came from what appeared to be a manible much like that of the Egyptian Giant Garbage Scorpian on the lower part of the Jesse James' - loosely called a face. Face in this context is more to describe location as opposed to a countanence that could be classified as human. When the noises that resembled words came out a foul green gas also was spit out. Any living thing within 10 feet of the stench immediately fell prone to the ground.
"My master has decided that Happyville is an abhorrance to him and he shall set it right and to his liking." As it spoke it turned and the heavily scaled back was visible and the festering tentacles were groping in mid air, always looking to grab some unsuspecting victim and tear the life from it. The scars where the uranium delete chain it wore could also be seem. The other end of the chain was held in the claw of its master that both oozed and materialized from the driver's side of the 1972 %$^*(#.
"My subjects," a screeching, rasping, schrill, vomit evoking noise broke the silence,"today you begin a new life as workers under my care." This vile destruction of the silence was not emitting from the Jesse creature but from the Joe abortion.
"The world needs more 1969 Camaros." it both hissed and spewed at the same time."And Z/28s - yessssss we need more Z/28 clones."
The very utterances from it removed the will to struggle and live from the captured audience. A zombie like trance of despair and worthlessness was absorded by each and everyone. Dreams and memories ruptured like the obese diner in Monty Python's wafer skit.
"Arbeit macht frei" broke the air from its foul opening, causing the eldest in the crowd to tremour in fear.
While the color was slowly draining from each person in the crowd, almost in the very center, but a bit to the left a smallish figure, who went unnoticed and considered to be insignificant didn't seem to lose their color nor, it appeared, to lose hope and fall into despair. Those around were ost in their own personal Hell of anguish and mental torture, but this overlooked waif was not affected.
"Z28s for all." the oozing mass of infected yellow pus and septic tank contents hissed though what a couriner or zoologist would classify as vocal cords, but only as they strove to try to categorize them.
As it emitted its shreiks and vapid noises, waves of nausea went through the crowd like a shockwave.
At this very time in a distant land a group of young princesses were all awoken at the same time by a common dream.........
"My master has decided that Happyville is an abhorrance to him and he shall set it right and to his liking." As it spoke it turned and the heavily scaled back was visible and the festering tentacles were groping in mid air, always looking to grab some unsuspecting victim and tear the life from it. The scars where the uranium delete chain it wore could also be seem. The other end of the chain was held in the claw of its master that both oozed and materialized from the driver's side of the 1972 %$^*(#.
"My subjects," a screeching, rasping, schrill, vomit evoking noise broke the silence,"today you begin a new life as workers under my care." This vile destruction of the silence was not emitting from the Jesse creature but from the Joe abortion.
"The world needs more 1969 Camaros." it both hissed and spewed at the same time."And Z/28s - yessssss we need more Z/28 clones."
The very utterances from it removed the will to struggle and live from the captured audience. A zombie like trance of despair and worthlessness was absorded by each and everyone. Dreams and memories ruptured like the obese diner in Monty Python's wafer skit.
"Arbeit macht frei" broke the air from its foul opening, causing the eldest in the crowd to tremour in fear.
While the color was slowly draining from each person in the crowd, almost in the very center, but a bit to the left a smallish figure, who went unnoticed and considered to be insignificant didn't seem to lose their color nor, it appeared, to lose hope and fall into despair. Those around were ost in their own personal Hell of anguish and mental torture, but this overlooked waif was not affected.
"Z28s for all." the oozing mass of infected yellow pus and septic tank contents hissed though what a couriner or zoologist would classify as vocal cords, but only as they strove to try to categorize them.
As it emitted its shreiks and vapid noises, waves of nausea went through the crowd like a shockwave.
At this very time in a distant land a group of young princesses were all awoken at the same time by a common dream.........
