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

Please send me a private message so I won't lost it in this massive labyrinth of posts I've been getting...

 

Yeah it's not on my list of fun dumb shit I've done.

 

That's the one and only time I've ever "involuntarily" dealt with the police... Here are the other times...

2011 or 2012 (Before March 2013 incident): Locked my keys in the truck, and AAA was taking too damn long so I called the non-emergency number for Buckingham Township Police. Officer came out and used one of those inflatable things to get into my truck...

March 2012: Interviewed the sergeant of Buckingham Township PD for an article for my college newspaper

June or July 2013: Witnessed a single-car accident on my way to a car show and stuck around to give a written statement to police

March 2015: Got rear-ended in my truck and a passing motorist called the cops; Responding officer wrote accident report.

October 2015: Truck hit by drunk driver; Ironically drunk driver called cops and got his ass thrown in jail for DUI.

Have NEVER had what I would consider to be a "problem" with police, EVER.

 

Ok let me fast forward a few months after the SD incident. Legs healed I'm back at the beach again. This time Ventura. Came out with a couple friends, met some other acquaintances on the beach. We're all hanging, the two friends I came with decided they wanted to go to Malibu really quick to pick "something" up. I wanted to stay to enjoy the sunset with the acquaintances, wasted having a good time.

Everything's going fine until this fool starts throwing sticks at me. So I'm like very politely "fool, please stop throwing sticks at me." Keeps throwing sticks, second warning "please stop, I don't like it." Won't stop. Third warning was me grabbing them by their hair and start wailing on them. Get pulled off and told to leave. That's fine.

I walk to the coodisac smug as shit thinking I taught them a lesson. Nope, sent two of their friends after me, talking shit. I fight them off luckily unscathed.

Cross the street and ANOTHER comes after me! I'm exhausted at this point so I start running saying I don't want to fight anymore until I realize I'm wearing these sandals that suck to run in. So I'm like "fuck it" and right when they're upon me I turn around and just clock them right in the face. I black at this point and next thing I know is they're on top of me and ready to swing so I reach out and realized I had a massive arm length on them and just gouged the eyes.

They got all flustered and then I was on top and got their head in the gutter and just so tired beating on them. As soon as I saw they weren't fighting back anymore I stood up, kicked off my sandals and sprinted like half a mile to the liquor store to use their phone to call my friends to bail me out. Tore my shirt lost my phone and my wallet it that scuffle.

I came back a week later and ran into one of the fools I was good with and asked how that gutter person looked, he shrugged and said "look like you got the better of them."

Continued to stomp that beach for a few years after that and luckily didn't run into any of those bastard again.

 

Mrjetsky

When I read about the shrimp left in your truck I laughed my head off. That's a hideous stink that won't go away.

Reminds me of the time my sister-in-law visited us and bought some cheap lobster at a Korean grocery store. It was on sale for some ridiculously low price and we thought we got a deal. When we got it home she boiled it...i've never prepared lobster and my wife hadn't either. When it came time to eat it I noticed a faint amonia taste and soon realized it was spoiled lobster. Long story short that smell took forever to get out of the house. There was like a stench film of death that made the house reek for weeks. Sometimes I think I can still smell it 3 years later.

 

Little Caesars pizza can stink up a car as well.

 

Also, I keep my dashcam running while I'm filling up. If this happens again, I'll post the video to show you that these guys just come out of nowhere...

 

Charlie,

What did you study in college?

 

Journalism

 

My friend's poor hygiene stunk up my truck and it took me a month to figure out it was him!

 

Same year, drunk night out. morning after I'm leaving a friends house that I crashed at to get to work. They won't wake up to give me a ride so fuck it I borrowed their skateboard and decided I'd get there that way. Problem is the board had very stiff trucks and friend lived on a HUGE hill. Whatever.

Start coasting, faster, faster. At this point I'm going so fast I can't carve and I can't jump off cause I knew I'd eat shit if I did. Decided to take the right hand turn on the bottom. And there's water. And I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. And I fall.

Road rash, everywhere. Must've been in shock or something cause I go, change into my work clothes and head to work. I'm walking by the medics station and they wave I smile and keep walking.

"Are you ok?"

"Who me? Ya I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Dude, you're bleeding."

I look and I'm like covered in blood. Knees, skins, hands.

"Guess I'm not."

They bandaged me up really nicely, even cleaned out my wounds. They must've been hella bored that day. I didn't even realize I had a shit ton of road rash on my back and elbows and forearms too until they asked if they could wrap them.

I was a walking mummy for like a solid month. Most painful showers ever. I don't think I skateboarded much after that.

 

LOL...that can be an awkward conversation.

 

Hang on Charlie. I thought your screen name was pattontank1989...or something like that?

 

You mentioned running over a skunk...i hit one a while back and i swear i tasted it. I throw up a little thinking about it.

 

I think he changed it.

 

Must have. Maybe I missed something. Not on here as much these days

 

@Plain Jane Taco
@Iamraiderpower
@LocoLocal

The story is lumped in here somewhere. Even worse is that he also had Asperger's like me... Anybody who knows Asperger's knows that when two people who have it disagree about something, it won't be pretty...

I noticed there was a really bad smell in my truck that would come and go. This was in 2012, and my Taco was just over two years and in mint condition with less than 22K miles on it at the time. I searched the whole truck and expected to find food that had rolled under the seat after going shopping for my mom. This had happened before but luckily the food was sealed and didn't stink up my truck or ruin the carpet.

It took me at least two weeks, maybe more, to figure out that this intermittent smell was only present when my friend was riding in the truck. I forget how I confronted him, but I think I asked him if he took a shower that morning. He then acknowledged that his feet and body odor were the problem, but shot back at me and made me seem like the asshole. I gave him an ultimatum: Either keep yourself clean or you're not riding in my truck.

He refused to listen so he lost the privilege of riding in my truck. In a completely unrelated incident, he was cut off from our circle of friends and I haven't talked to him since like 2014...

 

ClassifiedInfo was the name of my very first YouTube channel. I loved that name. Decided to see if the moderators would approve a change and they did...

 

Another time. My friend went to this small club in down town Ventura cause we heard the rza was playing at it. Hella stoked. We go to this club and we're getting hella drunk. Anyways, my friend is chatting this guy up and he's like a recruit or back stage guy or whatever and he's like to us "you guys wanna meat the rza?" (It's so loud) fuck ya we want to meet the rza!!

Takes us back stage, a bunch of fools there, take us to this smokey VIP room filled with "the click."

"Here you are!"

We look around all confused. This guy in the middle sitting like he owns the place smoking a fat blunt.

"Who the fuck are you??" We ask.

"The Mza"

"THE MZA?? Wtf we thought we were coming to meet THE RZA!!" Almost in unison we yell. We start hysterically laughing not just because of this tiny misunderstanding, but all the misheard understandings that led us up to this point.

We were 86d shortly after. It's still a great one I think of to this day.

 

Ok, I think I'm done for the night. Maybe I'll come back another time with some more.