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HAPPY FUCKING FRIDAY (Read 376 times)

    I just rear ended a red Mini Cooper on 128.  Fuckin sah-weeet.

     

    Although I have to say my conversation with the claims representative at my insurance company cheered me up somewhat. And my last fender bender of any kind was like 20 years ago, though, so I guess given how much driving I do I should feel lucky.

     

    But still...FUUUUUUUUCK.

    Runners run.

    R2E


    "run" "to" "eat"

      mikey butt fucked a red midget!

      i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams

        Maybe if you weren't responding to GSP questions on your phone while driving, this wouldn't have happened. But thank you. 

         

          I nearly cleared the pillar next to the parking spot my boss let me use. Nearly.  Nice white streaks across the back side ("What did you do this time?" she asks. Oh shut up).  Went to Autozone and got compound and one of those buffing pads to get the white out. No dice. One more thing in my trunk, another memoir to my drive-scapades (including 4 plastic hubcaps I got off Amazon).  Weeks later, I rear ended a Philipino immigrant (Trust me, I'm sure).  But it was more of a skid, so I just kind of nailed his spare tire holder.  White streaks! Wait, don't call the cops. I have a compound and buffer; I mean, I have damage, too..."Okay, did you say you have a compost?" Close enough.  I pop my drunk (your what), and dart back, on my knees, and wipe out the scratch or whatever it was. He is happy, no 5-0. Onward! 

           

          This too shall pass, Mikeymike!


          Hawt and sexy

            Smart cars are way cooler.

            I'm touching your pants.

              I nearly cleared the pillar next to the parking spot my boss let me use. Nearly.  Nice white streaks across the back side ("What did you do this time?" she asks. Oh shut up).  Went to Autozone and got compound and one of those buffing pads to get the white out. No dice. One more thing in my trunk, another memoir to my drive-scapades (including 4 plastic hubcaps I got off Amazon).  Weeks later, I rear ended a Philipino immigrant (Trust me, I'm sure).  But it was more of a skid, so I just kind of nailed his spare tire holder.  White streaks! Wait, don't call the cops. I have a compound and buffer; I mean, I have damage, too..."Okay, did you say you have a compost?" Close enough.  I pop my drunk (your what), and dart back, on my knees, and wipe out the scratch or whatever it was. He is happy, no 5-0. Onward! 

               

              This too shall pass, Mikeymike!

               

              If for no other reason, the Swamp MUST continue so that Nads has somewhere to share gems like this.

               

              Sorry to hear Mikey, I was momentarily distracted by a phone call a couple of years ago and almost got away with it but not quite.  Spent the rest of the day kicking my own ass with what-ifs and replaying it over and over.  Sucks.

              E.J.
              Greater Lowell Road Runners
              Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

              May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

                I nearly cleared the pillar next to the parking spot my boss let me use. Nearly.  Nice white streaks across the back side ("What did you do this time?" she asks. Oh shut up).  Went to Autozone and got compound and one of those buffing pads to get the white out. No dice. One more thing in my trunk, another memoir to my drive-scapades (including 4 plastic hubcaps I got off Amazon).  Weeks later, I rear ended a Philipino immigrant (Trust me, I'm sure).  But it was more of a skid, so I just kind of nailed his spare tire holder.  White streaks! Wait, don't call the cops. I have a compound and buffer; I mean, I have damage, too..."Okay, did you say you have a compost?" Close enough.  I pop my drunk (your what), and dart back, on my knees, and wipe out the scratch or whatever it was. He is happy, no 5-0. Onward! 

                 

                This too shall pass, Mikeymike!

                 

                Yes, Mikey should have told the other driver that it will buff right out. 

                 

                Sorry, Mikey.  That sucks.

                Amy

                  mikey butt fucked a red midget!

                   

                  And I really shouldn't praise one gem while neglecting another.  Well played waffs, well played.

                  E.J.
                  Greater Lowell Road Runners
                  Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

                  May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

                    Maybe if you weren't responding to GSP questions on your phone while driving, this wouldn't have happened. But thank you. 

                     

                    Right. I hope you learned your lesson. Only Swamp threads are worth risking butt fucking a red midget.

                     

                     

                      Those Midgets can take a hit, too. That thing was way less fucked up than my Civic.

                      Runners run.

                        Those Midgets can take a hit, too. That thing was way less fucked up than my Civic.

                         

                        They do seem to be pretty solid, but (on the road) the rearend-ee almost always fares better than the rearend-er.  Front ends are designed to crumple and dissipate the energy of impact.

                        E.J.
                        Greater Lowell Road Runners
                        Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

                        May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

                          And I'm sure there's somehow six grand in damage to the midget even though it just looked like the bumper was a little nicked up.

                          Runners run.

                          R2E


                          "run" "to" "eat"

                            Front ends are designed to crumple and dissipate the energy of impact.

                             

                            some front ends are more... able to withstand impact, as it were.

                            i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams

                            R2E


                            "run" "to" "eat"

                              Nice white streaks across the back side 

                               

                              is this a 50-shades reference? 

                              i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams

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