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Once the call ended she asked me for a ride. Without even needing an ECU upgrade or an exhaust we drove back to my house so fast that she was still awake and interested in me by the time we got to the door 13 miles away. During that drive I also passed a c6 vette, but he looked kinda depressed.....
So next thing you know she and I are naked and due tot he fact I had drank enough and my Mercedes was fast on the highway without the slighest mod (though I am gona mix a Kleemann 2 and some RennTech parts next week) I kill'd it and when we woke up she looked outside at my sweet but stock benz and I kill'd it again.
So my friend that is a true kill story, a vette, a girl, and no rennTech parts to speak of! thank you daimler G I owe you a big one!

(ummm, don't tell my wife though)
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Once the call ended she asked me for a ride. Without even needing an ECU upgrade or an exhaust we drove back to my house so fast that she was still awake and interested in me by the time we got to the door 13 miles away. During that drive I also passed a c6 vette, but he looked kinda depressed.....
So next thing you know she and I are naked and due tot he fact I had drank enough and my Mercedes was fast on the highway without the slighest mod (though I am gona mix a Kleemann 2 and some RennTech parts next week) I kill'd it and when we woke up she looked outside at my sweet but stock benz and I kill'd it again.
So my friend that is a true kill story, a vette, a girl, and no rennTech parts to speak of! thank you daimler G I owe you a big one!
"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."




"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."
By the way i like your rendition of the story, that was funny. and i do admit the story was fabricated but that was the idea, it was a different kind of made up kill.....look back I said I got home fast without even an ECU upgrade, good stuff!
I fashion myself as the big Jerry S (except for the white sneakers and tight jeans).
"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."
By the way i like your rendition of the story, that was funny. and i do admit the story was fabricated but that was the idea, it was a different kind of made up kill.....look back I said I got home fast without even an ECU upgrade, good stuff!
I fashion myself as the big Jerry S (except for the white sneakers and tight jeans).
In fact, it looks like you ran it through Babel Fish a couple of times before you posted it.
Just sayin'.
"Blowlinda"
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."
good stuff.
"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."
That's some funny sh*t! Thanks. I really, really enjoyed that. In fact, I just bookmarked this thread. I'll visit it whenever I need a laugh.
Last edited by dsb; Jan 18, 2006 at 06:30 PM.
"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."
I fashion myself as the big Jerry S (except for the white sneakers and tight jeans).
"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."




"I drive a 240D with 300K miles. I live in a shiitbox town of 500 morons in the middle of the rainforest (which, BTW, includes everything from the Oregon-Cali border to Canada). Tonight, I was feeling depressed and semi-suicidal from nearly one month straight of rain, so I fired up the old stinkpot and headed over to Mack's Bar to suck down a couple of Colt 45s. When I got there, I had a few too many, so I decided to get my inflata-doll and portable compressor out of the trunk. I inflated "Blowlinda" and sat her next to me at the bar. We talked for a while (she's the quiet type), when my foreman called me on my walkie and told me to get my **** back down to the jobsite. I told him to shove his $6.75/hr., and then pretended (for Blowlinda's sake) that I was doing a stock transaction. Then I took Blowlinda for a ride. After 10 malt liquors, she looked really hot. I passed another depressed guy in a Monza. I took Blowlinda to my 1973 18' Terry trailer (which I share with Ma and my three retarded brothers) and literally basted her with my lovejuice.
So that, my friend, is a true night of partying and romance, Pacific Northwest style."






