Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
One of the guys I work with relayed a story to me tonight that I just couldn't believe...
Another fella that works where I do apparently went to a woods party last weekend. You know, an informal bonfire get-together--not a teenage kegger, just a few friends getting together in the great outdoors for a few beers and some good conversation.
If only it had stayed that way.
Apparently this guy got into a discussion about cars... and the talk turned to Dodge. The fella he was conversing with made some mention about Dodge's 460, to which my co-worker pointed out that the largest V8 Chrysler ever produced for passenger car and light truck use was the 440 incher and that the 460 was a Ford mill.
Since I wasn't there, I can only imagine how the Believer explained about his uncle's cousin's first-wife's dog's groomer's son had a friend with a Shelby Horizon wagon with the venerable 460 under its bonnet. After a few minutes, our man decided it was best to just leave the Believer believing, and walk round to the other side of the fire for some peace and quiet.
Some time later, he decided he'd move along, and began walking through the woods to his car. He heard rustling behind him, and just as he was turning to see what was going on, the Believer smashed him upside the head with an empty Jack Daniel's bottle. Knocking the sense out of our friend by breaking a bottle across his face apparently wasn't enough, so as he was still reeling, the Believer also stabbed him in the abdomen.
Yes, I'm serious.
The victim has returned to work--apparently the knife wound missed vital organs--and the cops are still trying to find the Believer.
I take my cars seriously, but damn... we're literally talking 1st-degree attempted homicide here.
When they catch him--and they will--the judge in whose court he'll most-likely end up is a woman whose husband owns a garage. Hopefully, after she sentences him, she'll add "By the way, Chrysler never made a 460."
Another fella that works where I do apparently went to a woods party last weekend. You know, an informal bonfire get-together--not a teenage kegger, just a few friends getting together in the great outdoors for a few beers and some good conversation.
If only it had stayed that way.
Apparently this guy got into a discussion about cars... and the talk turned to Dodge. The fella he was conversing with made some mention about Dodge's 460, to which my co-worker pointed out that the largest V8 Chrysler ever produced for passenger car and light truck use was the 440 incher and that the 460 was a Ford mill.
Since I wasn't there, I can only imagine how the Believer explained about his uncle's cousin's first-wife's dog's groomer's son had a friend with a Shelby Horizon wagon with the venerable 460 under its bonnet. After a few minutes, our man decided it was best to just leave the Believer believing, and walk round to the other side of the fire for some peace and quiet.
Some time later, he decided he'd move along, and began walking through the woods to his car. He heard rustling behind him, and just as he was turning to see what was going on, the Believer smashed him upside the head with an empty Jack Daniel's bottle. Knocking the sense out of our friend by breaking a bottle across his face apparently wasn't enough, so as he was still reeling, the Believer also stabbed him in the abdomen.
Yes, I'm serious.
The victim has returned to work--apparently the knife wound missed vital organs--and the cops are still trying to find the Believer.
I take my cars seriously, but damn... we're literally talking 1st-degree attempted homicide here.
When they catch him--and they will--the judge in whose court he'll most-likely end up is a woman whose husband owns a garage. Hopefully, after she sentences him, she'll add "By the way, Chrysler never made a 460."
that is just insane. i think that guy has a little bit more than just his facts mixed up :hmmm: