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iloveliziv

What is the Matrix?

Dec 05, 2004 21:32

This time the little guy met the big guy. The big guy said, "How you doin ?" The little guy responded "Have a seat." The big guy sat down. The little guy had to go to the bathroom, so he went to Bojangles. The little guy got on a train to Madagascar. While he was riding in the train, a bunch of killer jackets flew by and killed the driver. Now the ( Read more... )

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'Silent Paul' on the Cadillac Eldorado anonymous December 6 2004, 22:29:08 UTC

It's time again for Silent Paul's coleslaw shootout Q and A. Todays topic of choice: The 1954 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz, Luxury Sedan or luxury Yacht? Yes, the Cadillac Eldorado, a car built like a tank. A vehicle so gargantuan that the only thing you'll be finding a dent in is in your wallet. The base price was listed at $5,738 but that was $2,000 less than the '53 model. Thank god for gas being as low as it was in 1954. Had fuel cost a $1.87 for 9/10 of a gallon then, and that sh*t was leaded too, it looked as if little johnny would be going to bed without dinner for the next eight days, oh well little johnny. Also, the '54 model was a little more than twenty-one feet long, BLOOP, LOOKS LIKE YOU TOOK OUT THE 'BEL AIR' WHEN YOU WERE TRYIN' TO PARALLEL PARK, OOOOOOHHHHHH! Well, anywho, my question is: Does Bo really know anything? A: You bet your *ss he doesn't. Join me next time when I discuss Loverboys 'Lovin' every minute of it' and if they really did, too. "Turn that dial, all the way, shoot me like a rocket into space, lovin' ( ... )

Snowsleddin without a sled anonymous December 9 2004, 04:23:33 UTC

This here is the Wahoo Kid with another rompin roundup of tales from Hampton's Ghetto. Today's tale is appropriate for this time of the year, as it involves snowsledding when you don't have a f*ckin sled. The first thing you do is get an old ramshackled Chevy 2*4. If you don't got one o' them things, my suggestion is to just find a good ole titanium tray from your grocer's freezer. Then you wanna find yourself a hill. And not any old hill with some pussy slope, I'm a talkin about a hill with a name like "Dead Man's" or "Hazard Hill" or "Everest." What you do is you sit your little behind down on that thing and let out the throttle on that mutha. You should be off faster than a injun on columbus day. Of course, you're probably gonna hit a few trees, or the Arctic Ocean, but how else do you expect to reach a speed of 194 knots/sec without some small sacrifice. And, hey, if a Lincoln Continental can go 0 to 100 in a week and a half, then you can surely survive one trip down a mountainside on a tray slathered in Crisco, right? Damn ( ... )