Whatever

Make sure you pop some corn...

 

I edited the post, link is there now

 

Lemme guess...it's in the 3rd gen forum.

 

And cold beer

 

No....in the Off-Road trails sections it might have started there, but it hasn't left the main wall in a couple days, so it doesn't matter what section it's in. It visible all day long to the public.

 

This was shared in the neighbor punched my hood thread by @JJ Customs hope you don't mind, just trying to keep us entertained over here
"Honestly dude I would look for a white hood at a scrap yard or on Craigslist. I got into a bit of a war when I was your age with a guy in my hometown. Looking back it was pretty petty and I thought I was the bigger man and morally in the right. Long story short, it cost both of us several trucks and ended up in a rainy field with me staring down the barrel of his pistol and my shotgun pointed at his crotch. We decided to call a trues at that point but it could have ended a lot worse. Don't be a bitch but don't start a war with an unstable person. And stop speeding down the road!
LOL, long story. My family repossessed someequipment his family was over six months delinquent on. I arrived to take the equipment off a job site he was running. We already had a little bad blood. He put acid in my gas tank, I took the nuts off his rear end u-bolts. We both put two new truck in a ditch chasing each other because nether would lift destroying both, kind of like the days of thunder rental car scene but I was in a truck owned by my families dealership and he was in a brand new dodge. I hooked a John Deere 6420 to his truck that was parked and drug it through the 4th of July parade. He threw a molotov cocktail in the cab of mine. We were young and stupid. We had a beer a few years ago when I was back home and reminisced with the locals at a bar and had a good laugh. We only had one police officer in our town and he was in the bar with us and said he was scared to get in the middle of it but was surprised we didnt kill each other. I was young and stupid.

When we were done having a few beers I got up to leave. He asked me if I still use a locking gas cap, I replied on every vehicle I own. I asked him if he still kicked his rear tires to see if his axle was attached. He said only when I was in town. We laughed, gave each other the finger and agreed to catch up in another decade or so.

Looking back it all went down because both of us were spoiled entitled dicks who had pretty much whatever we wanted and rarely got in trouble for doing extremely stupid shit. It took me a while but I realize that now. Both of us thought we were the bigger and badder person so it got out of hand and because we did not face any real repercussions for our actions it continued to escalate."

 

LOL.... No worries man, I like sharing my various stories of jackassary! You all enjoy. I could never get away with this in this day and time but back in a small town of 1,500 people we were the talk of the town for a little while.

 

Thank you! Great job.

 

Im gonna spray paint this ugly blue truck for awhile. Got off work 3 hrs early.

I maytell one later about being up for 4 days, but it's a shitty memory. May keep quiet on that.
My mom was so lucky.

 

Yeah I got a couple mom stories also. I will get there. Just takes a effort to recall the story as many of them.... nope, scratch that! I was high in all of them on one drug or another or multiple drugs.

 

I was in the volunteer fire department when I was younger. On a Saturday night me and a good buddy were sitting at the firehouse when we got a call on the firehouse phone from another one of our members that was drunk that a car was on fire in his front yard. He was on the edge of our area but we called it into dispatch and headed out that way. We arrived to see what was left of a early 90's Mustang GT fully engulfed. We put it out and could tell it used to be a green Mustang GT. The police and other stations had arrived at this time so they were out in the woods looking for the driver who was absent. I looked at my buddy and said doesn't Darren (guy who called the fire house) have a green GT. He said yeah, we pulled the tags off and went up to the house. We found Darren laying in the floor, drunk as hell with a few cuts and scrapes. We said dude you called the law on yourself, he said shit. I must have missed my driveway and rolled the car. I guess he came too and called us because there was a car on fire in his front yard and didn't realize it was his car. We all hung out with the Police so we were honest and asked them to give him a pass and they did. We never let him live it down though.

Same guy moved out into the middle of nowhere a couple years later. He had this smoking hot redhead girlfriend that was a total slut and would bang several other guys when he was out of town for work. Darren told her he was going to work and waited for one of her callers to enter that evening. After they were in bed together Darren hooked the house trailer up to his old ford with a 460 and down the road he went with them naked inside banging around. He got a few miles before it all crashed. He was a crazy MF'er!

 

Man, y'all have some good stories.

On one of my first business trips I got sent out of country. As it happens, where one travels for work and where one wishes they could visit are two completely separate areas of the map - this was no exception. It was the shithole capitol of a shithole country which shall remain nameless out of politeness. (Some people don't take kindly to foreigners opining on the shitholiness of their home town.)

Im dead tired after 26 hours of air travel plus bribing my way through customs because they wanted to levy an "import tax" on anything and everything in my suitcase, with the exception of my dirty undies.

Anyways, I was beat. We were spending the night in a staff house within shithole capitol, before flying out to shithole province in the morning, via shithole national airlines. Considering the senior person on our four coworker team was 29 at the time, we still had just enough energy to sample the local culture before hitting the sack. We grabbed a driver and staff car and went bar hopping. My supervisor decided that vodka redbulls were the drink of the evening. I've messed with quite a few interesting substances in my youth, but oddly I had little interest in these newfangled energy drinks. This kind of buzz was a new experience for me.

The rest of the night plays like a blurry montage in my head, I don't remember very much of it. There was a beach party on the outskirts of town (I think), there was a discotheque somewhere in the city. There were bars in between. I was dancing like Luther in the Umbrella Academy- big, lumbering, awkward, and absolutely owning the dance floor. Someone vomited in the disco. It might have been me. I walked out on to the street to grab some air, and also I didn't want to go to shithole jail for defacing the national discotheque. I spotted what I thought was our staff car, a blue Nissan Patrol. It was unlocked, so I opened the tailgate and sat there, waiting on our driver and coworkers to stumble out of the disco. A bum sat next to me.

I didn't speak his language, he didn't speak mine, and it didn't matter as neither of us were able to produce any more than drooling, childlike gibberish anyways. It was a truly profound conversation. We really connected, man. He pointed at the city skyline in a grand sweeping gesture, and said "Brugck?" I nodded, for he had made a good observation. "Mmyarg," I replied, knowingly. At this point a street cop decided that a homeless person sitting in a random car probably wasnt a good thing. Poor Brugk was grabbed by what little shirt collar he had left and recieved a firm boot to the ass. He understood and decided to move on in the direction the officers boot pointed him towards.

I felt bad for getting my friend in trouble, so I closed the tailgate and stood on the sidewalk. A nice looking girl walked up and smiled real big at me. I nodded. "Horllo." At the time I was happily married, what little hormones that I could claim as my own were currently incapacitated by the vodka redbulls. This nice young lady, smiling, making Bambi eyes, leans up against my shoulder. Puts her arm around my waist. Rubs my back. The honest-to-god thought that ran through my head was, "damn what a wonderfully friendly culture the people here have. They are so nice. This is a nice person." Never once crossed my mind that she might be soliciting. Never once crossed my mind that she might be a pickpocket. Just a nice person, rubbing a stranger's back, this must be their way of saying hello.

Just then the driver shows up, in a different blue Nissan Patrol. It takes me a minute to calculate the fact that Brugk and I were sitting in a total stranger's car the whole time. No matter, the drivers here, and I climb into the back seat with visions of a warm shower and cool bed in my head. The nice lady follows and climbs in beside me. She and the driver have a fight. It's starting to dawn on me that something's fucky. The driver turns to me, in English, "is she with you?" Ohh-shit-i-just-hired-a-prostitute. I shake my head. "Narp." A pair of hands appeared and grabbed the nice prostitute by the neck and flung her out of the car and into the street. I don't know who those hands belonged to. Presumably the street cop from earlier. I'm coherent now. "take me back to the staff house please."

I get back and Skype my wife, it's 2 am here, which means it's not quite dinnertime there. I excitedly tell her the entire tale of my evening, in greater detail than I just told you fine people. She's furious with me. I can't figure out why. As she's starting the preamble to a long yelling session I excuse myself to go vomit. She tells me to just call her back when I'm sober. The next time I had internet connection was two weeks from that night. That was a long two weeks.

 

Damn good one!

And yet another great tale!

 

You are a great neighbor! My neighbor plows my driveway with his tractor if we get snow. I watch his house when he goes to Colorado to visit his son. Not much, but we try to help each other a little.

 

I think I've forgotten more stuff than I remember.
My buddy use to say about older people "he has forgotten more than I'll ever know".

 

^^^truth... sounds like a smart guy.

 

Side note: I'm thinking about pulling off my b pillar vinyl tomorrow. Stupid? Sorry about the Tacoma question.

 

Let me know how hard it is to do. I've been thinking about doing this.

 

It's not to hard. Helps to have a hair dryer and roll the windows down.

 

Did you do yours?