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| this story brought tears to my eyes. i could go on about how i had a similar experience with my move from the maxima (that got hit) to the altima (that got hit 5 times) to the volvo s60 (that got hit) to the g35 coupe (that better not get hit or i'm going to jail for murder), but i won't because my little problems can't even compare. my cars have been hit a total of 7 times now, and EVERY time my car was parked in a damned parking lot. i've never been in one of my cars when the damage was done. its just dumb ass non-driving people that shouldn't be allowed to live that like to hit my cars. like nintariman, i love my car. now i park 0.5 miles away from where ever i'm going as a meager attempt to keep her looking new. for some reason assholes in beat up cars like to park just as far away and place their cars 2 inches from mine to virtually guarantee that they will hit her upon entry of their "vehicle". nevermind the fact that the rest of the parking lot is empty. luckily my sweet g35 hasn't been hit yet, but i know its going to happen some day. dear lord bejesus protect my sanity (and keep my arse out of jail) when it does. |
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It's just a car. It's not even an extention of your persoanlity, really.
Though for the fine job of communicating you did on this story, I give you an 8. Even if the subject is stupid. |
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| Gribble's car stereo is an extension of Gribble's personality ONLY to the extent to which Gribble can't be bothered to care about anything but whether it will get the job done and not invite people to break into the GribbleMobile. Gribble's car stereo is an extension of Gribble's personality because, other than once a week, it's locked down on NPR. |
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mmmmmm... dirty hippie cunt...
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Those lovely little greenish beads of pussy smegma that collect on my labia after about two weeks without a bath really make me smell naturally irresistable. I know I want to lick myself clean, anyway. Come on, big boy, WASH THE MONSTER!
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that means that I can still climb fences without having to heave these boobies over like Tyler Durden stealing fat. And boys will start looking me in the eye, and I will stop getting carded at all the convenience stores near the high schools around here.
yay!
I've been waiting for this day for a loooong time.
Yay for booblessness! |
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i can't believe you just said that.
silly girl. don't you know anything about phallic extensions? how much closer to a man's personality can you get?
many of you know, nintari and i have the same type of car (phallic extension, whatever). no matter how fucked up my day is, i know that all will be well when i get in my car. as soon as i hear that beautiful exhaust i forget about all of my worries. the person that injured his baby took that away from him. if that's not a GFD, i don't know what is.
....silly girl. |
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don't you know anything about phallic extensions? how much closer to a man's personality can you get?
So your penis is your personality? Man, you guys are more pathetic than I thought. |
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| if you're referring to me, then you should know that a: we are not a couple and b: i'd still testify on his behalf about this subject. |
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| I am pretty sure here, without even double-checking with the source, that Tatsujin was making one of those disses that boys do to each other where because the other boy isn't exhibiting knee-jerk machismo he is referred to as essentially female. What makes it really, really, really funny is that all the boys on this page seem to be the sorts of boys who're ALL sensi-pantses. |
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No one's going to cry at your funeral because you had a nice car.
This is why I have never owned a car. Well, except for that one... |
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Just relax a little. Hell, I had my car less then 3 months when some little bastard egged it. It was during (and I believe this is not at all a coincidence) the Xgames street luge which was less then a 1/2 mile from our house. Sure, I was a little pissed at the time, but more so because it was a pain to clean, and I was mostly pissed at my Aunt. I was pissed at her because she'd been at the house (it was a family get together) for an hour before saying "oh yeah, I noticed your car lookes like it was just egged when I got here.. you might want to go clean that up." Thanks alot for waiting until it was all dried on from sitting in the sun!
The thing I start to wonder is how the hell do some of you end up getting hit so many times? I can think of 1 time in my life (and maybe 4 or 5 counting before I was born) that my family (4 of us immediate, plus another 6 locally extended) has been hit (not counting door dings in parking lots.. that happens to everyone).
And no, we don't drive like slow-ass grandpas on the road (except my grandfather of course). |
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keyword *magnet*
| by irni | (gfd@ctrl-alt-fuckoff.com) | | on Feb 8, 2003 09:36:15 PM | | (#4772) |
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| that is what his cars are. It is just the law of suck. My wife's car is a magnet too. She has been rear ended twice, my parents backed into her car... and even I backed into her car (i was REALLY tired and forgot to move her car from behind mine one morning) Luckily I only cracked her license plate frame. |
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fuck!
| by irni | (gfd@ctrl-alt-fuckoff.com) | | on Feb 6, 2003 04:21:33 PM | | (#4618) |
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| that is the most GFD GFD I have read. I have dents in my 2000 Acura Integra GS-R now... I can't have anything nice. And I am pissed about the dents.. but I just leave them there. But I would just got nuts if the above kept happening to me. |
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...and so very very worth it. Every word was like was an ocean of rageful ambrosia.
Damn, dude, I'm hurting for ya.
Me, I try to stay away from nice things, knowing that I can't have them for long. My shit has a history of getting busted up at the drop of a pin, no matter what kind of care I take or warnings I issue. People just dis my stuff, and I've resigned to the fact that monkeys like to break things.
So I buy stuff that works the way I want, first and foremost. After that comes looks. The only exception lately has been my little '97 EasyNow PC which I bought for the case, but is loaded to the gills with shitty hardware.
The things I really love are buried deep in the closet, far from prying eyes and butterfingers. When we get a house that's big enough, they'll find a home in a plexiglass case surrounded with barbed wire and hooked up to an ejection module (in case of house fire, my babies will be safe). Guard dogs will be put in place, and retinal eyescans will be required just for the pleasure of looking at them in awe and wonder from afar.
Until then, my die-cast, detachable, transforming Voltron will be safe and sound in a cardboard box. Innocuous.
Dynatherms activated! Megathrusters are go! (Shhhhhh! Tee hee hee!)
GMFTatsujin
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you wanted to KEEP that stuff at the back of the closet?
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| I took that stuff to Goodwill a month ago because it was just toys you didn't even play with (they're still in their packaging, for gosh sakes) and comic books and stuff. |
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| That if I leave the house for the sole purpose of selling your treasures, you'll forgive me because I mustered the effort to shed my shut-in-ness? |
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Simply hilarious. It makes me want to write about my "car troubles".
I'm on the second car I've ever owned, both of which were used, and the one I'm in now is "well" used. And I've been rear ended three times and side swiped once on it.
My Dad, who drove the Jeep before me, was hit by a semi, cop, drunk driver, and pickup while he drove it, and I think my step mom added a couple more hits to it. That's at least 10 accidents in the fuckin' thing. Ten!
Now, depending on the state, they're required to make it as close to how it was as possible-- If it takes you ten trips to eight different body shops, if they don't fix it all the way, there's liability on their part (if something happens to you) *AND* if you aren't satisfied, you can bring it up with *YOUR* insurance, who *WILL* get everything working and bill it to the person at fault, or their insurance...
After all my experiences, I pretty much know every way they try and gip you. Granted, some used parts are fine, but *ANYTHING* that affects the ride of the car (chassis, motor, transmission, gears) that gets damaged, demand a brand new one. And don't sign *ANYTHING* from the other insurance company/body shop before you are fully satisfied.-- Once you sign it, you're screwed
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i have a similar plight, i had a 1998 ford F-150, that was technically owned by my dad, but was "mine." while i had this truck, it was backed into a pylon, had a tree dropped on it, and my lovely brother decided he was going to stand on the fender and knocked a big dent in it. My dad borrowed it and took it to some Boy Scouts of America (tm) thing and the little dumbfucks picked up a big water can out of the back and slung it into the side of the cab, leaving a nice little dent behind the driver's door. they drove it through some bushes and scratched the paint up. some fuckhead opened his car door into the fender so hard it left a big dent. they drove it behind some freaking dumptruck and it caught a huge rock on the hood and windshield.
well, here's the kicker. in december we had a huge ice storm and a 12" diameter pine tree dropped on the bed. so the dealer bodyshop keeps my car for over a fricking month, but they finally fix most of the shit.
the truck came home, and i've put less than 100 miles on it since. |
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That sucks, son.
And I thought the totaling my 13-year-old Ford Taurus, at the hands of some cheese-eating West Philly dwelling slum village stepchild was bad. Or, earlier, when a rogue Philly hot dog truck backed into this "ride", which I affectionately named Klaus the Obese Road Sow.
Actually, Nintari, you got off light.
Last year I came into work and took a gander at the Asbury Park Press. Splayed out over the middle of the front page was a black Trans-Am, same year and color as your vehicle.
The problem: the driver had flown the car upside down and backwards into oncoming traffic on the Garden State Parkway.
The driver? A red smear on the highway.
The passenger? Ejected through the rear window, then run over a bunch of times.
The car? Upside down and smoking. |
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Dumb kids
| by Pxtl | (pxtl@hotmail.com) | | on Jul 11, 2003 09:55:15 PM | | (#7783) |
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This is why I'm a bus person. Personally, I believe that 95% of cars should be blown up as soon as they leave the lot. That'll keep jobs up, but greatly reduce the number of stupid fucks on the road.
What bothered me the most was the 3rd time month shit. That kid deserves a Darwinean experience. My fiancee lost her car after her first collision - daddy wouldn't pay insurance for that crap. I have had one accident, and learned. Nobody should be hitting people that much. Some kids just do not belong on the road - cops don't enforce the unsafe driving rules enough, all they give a shit about is speeding. My best friend's little brother, who is not even 20, has lost no less then 2 good cars to his own stupidity. Stupid little shits |
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who went through like six cars-- All either brand new or "collectors muscle cars"
THe most expensive? a BMW. a 65 mustang. At least one camaro, at least two pontiac versions of a camaro-- Alll brand new besides the mustang, all totalled, plus more (the wised up after the BMW).
Yes. I hate other drivers
but I tend to hate a lot of people
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Hm
| by Pxtl | (pxtl@hotmail.com) | | on Jul 12, 2003 01:39:03 AM | | (#7786) |
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People like that should be made to go through every one of the most excruciating life experiences of every the 10 other people who could've used the money they wasted on cars for a college education, but instead live in a van down by the river.
If there's any justice the kid will waste money his whole childhood, then go on to raise destructive psychopaths in suburbia, hating the mediocre turd his pampered life has become, the asexual blob his wife has become, and the SUV he got so he could have one last chance to fuck the planet. |
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OMFG
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| I peed a little. Hilfuckinglarious.... I love how you can put the word 'fuck' smack dab in the middle of other words. |
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| I drive a little aluminum foil Toyolla in a college town. I feel your pain, even though my car is stupid and should, as far as I can tell, be hit by 3 car doors per week, rear-ended over and over, shat on by goddamned garbage-fed birds (one of which laid an egg on the hood, inexplicably), ticketed for parking in my driveway, and pissed on by drunks every time I park to go to work. They aim for the handles, by the way, but it's fun when you catch them. |
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... I'm sorry, sir, it's our policy to fuck you. 
