PennSilverTaco's "Perfect 5-Lug Regular Cab" Build, Aspergers, and General BS MegaThread!

Very true..I happened to hit my breaking point when someone at the bar pulled back to strike a lady that was part of the group I was with. Still not my preferred method, and I probably wouldn't tar someone like that at 49 years old versus being 27 years old..

 

I just read through the plot on Wikipedia… that was depressing.

I’m done for the night lol

 

That was a rollercoaster. I should have put my phone down and read it tomorrow

 

That's sort of how I live my life; I network and make friends with the right people so if somebody fucks with me, I can fuck with them and make their life miserable. This also works on the rare occasions that I fuck up (which typically translates to getting out of a traffic citation without getting points on my license ).

 

If I’ve learned anything from Charlie while I’ve been a member on TW.
It’s that you can not give too many details.

And I’ve only been to “jail” once.
And honest to god, I didn’t do it.

I even got an apology from the Sheriff himself.
So, it’s all good. No hard feelings.

I figure it was a fair trade for the times “I should have been in jail”

 

I try to keep myself out situations where things like that can happen.
It took me a long time to figure out, that was the best way to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Now I just hang out on TW and start fights with 3rd Gen guys

 

I see this as an admission of guilt. Not sure what you’re guilty of, but an admission nonetheless

 

FIFY

 

Stop hating on the far superior 3rd gens!!!!

 

I feel like we’re headed down the “girls rule, boys drool” line of insults lol

 

Hey now, I didn’t say one negative thing in the “Drift Truck” thread.
You all killed that one on your own.

I was all for it.
You can look back and see, I was trying to figure out away to make it happen.
I mean, if you tell someone it’s a bad idea.
And they insisted on doing it anyways, GAME ON.

 

@steelcity2

@shakerhood has heard this story...

Here's a story of the lengths I am willing to go to help my friends, even if it potentially means blood stains on my upholstery. This happened on Election Day (November 8th, 2022). One of my friends was volunteering at the polls and she happened to get her monthly visitor that day. In her haste, she forgot to to brign extra pads. When her shift was over at the polling place, I picked her up we drove over to Helen's house to visit. She accidentally bled on Helen's living room couch, and was freaking out, worried that Helen would be mad at her; Helen is not only a woman who knew exactly what my friend was going through, but a retired RN who worked in a prison for several decades and has seen it all, so this did not bother her in the slighest. She ultimately got the stain out of the couch too.

Meanwhile, my friend wanted to walk home and get a new pad; I offered to drive her home, but she refused because she knows how much I love my truck and didn't want to make a mess. I do in fact love my truck, and I once flipped out at my ex for almost spilling spaghetti in it due to her own carelessness, but spilling spaghetti and a naturally occuring biological function are two totally different things. Her house is less than a mile from Helen's, but I could not in good conscience let her walk home with the issue she was having; I insisted that I would not be mad if any leaks occurred and made her let me drive her home so she wouldn't have to do the walk of shame. She sat cross-legged and practically kneeling in the shotgun seat while I hauled ass through Doylestown to get her home. Crisis averted.

 

You wouldn’t do well with kids.
I don’t have kids, my brother does.
I used to keep them quite a bit when they were younger. If there isn’t a big mess, something is wrong. Spilled food and drinks are the little things.

 

I would do fine with kids. A belligerent, bipolar 31-year old woman putting an open container full of spaghetti sauce on the dashboard of my truck is a different thing entirely. If I can detail with menstrual blood, I can deal with messy kids. It was my ex's attitude that kissed me off...

 

I understand that.

You should see what an ICEE does when spilled down inside the shift console.

 

Pretty sure I found the remnants of a milkshake under the backseat traded-in 1999 Dodge Durango that was headed to the wholesale auction when I was detailing cars; I thought it was jizz at first and though we determined it wasn't, my supervisor said I didn't have to touch it. The rotten apple I founded in a 2010 Jetta wagon was more disgusting than whatever was in that Durango...

 

27 and 2. A 25 year gap? That sounds difficult.

 

Poke was at wilcam