Norcal Spotted and BS Thread

Less dumb asses on the road come Monday

 

Picked up the driveline today. Balanced and numbered by the man himself.

Ready to do this!

 

But why? He didn't say why.

 

Not going to let the rain screw this up. Truck is 100% in the garage. We can even work on it with the door down (double cab with loop bumper problems)

 

disregard, found one.

 

Damn that bumper turned out great.

 

8000 lb Warn going on this weekend, with a Factor 55 fairlead and flatlink with synthetic line too

 

dam it they opened the roads

 

fucking blizzard! Flatlanders cant drive in that shit,

 

BECAUSE.

THATS WHY.

 

YUR NOT MY DADDY!

 

Oh I must have missed the part where it was blowing frozen Audis in his face.

 

No shit! As if the 50+winds and near 0 viz was not enough. Add the dumb ass drivers and nope we dont want waste tax dollars to pull all the dumb fucks out the ditch. Fuck it close the hwy.
Back in the day hwy 80 had a slogan as the hwy that never closes. Not anymore. Nowadays, its close it down it's not safe
Fucking retards cant drive slow.

 

Wish the hell I was your dad. You wouldn't be goin' around talkin' about takin' these stupid shop courses if I was. It's like God gave you something, man, all those stories you can make up. And He said, "This is what we got for ya, kid. Try not to lose it." Kids lose everything unless there's someone there to look out for them. And if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe I should.

 

Haaaaay guuuuurrllllll.

 

Look, I don't think you realize what I've been through. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.

 

I laughed the entire read.

 

I laughed the entire copy and paste!

 

Because Don would stare at that fucken mountain lion and that pussy would turn into a kitty. Thats why

 

Meat helmets sounds like a band name.