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Originally Posted by Zip Goshboots
People that buy cars and mod them. Specifically the honda civic crowd. A hatchback with a huge exhaust pipe and a spoiler looks retarded.
I agree. Those huge mufflers sound like crap too. I get the dual exaust to get that muscle car sound, but that high pitched big muffler sounds like garbage.
As a computer tech worker, I'd just like to say that we aren't ALL that stupid. Half of my coworkers are fairly smart people that know a lot about what they're doing. The other half are complete fucking idiots. It's just the luck of the draw if you work at the Univeristy of Michigan Hospitals and you have a computer issue.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mich & Tele
Hahaha, I did contract networking work for Chuck Singer there in 2003. Small world.Quote:
Originally Posted by Zekyl
Wow. He works with my friend's dad that got me the job, Jim Harris. Small world indeed. I'm actually posting from work right now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mich & Tele
Agreed. I love pulling up to them with a mostly stock (I have a K&N air filter and took a useless part off my air intake) V6 Mustang and then whuppin their asses. My motto, put the money under the hood not on the body.Quote:
Originally Posted by MikeMyers
Ahh... the "rice boy" syndrome:Quote:
Originally Posted by MikeMyers
http://www.riceboypage.com/
I don't get how you get to be in you mid-30's and you don't know your own social security #.
True story: the wife and I are closing on our house at the bank about 5 years ago. The couple that we are buying from (mid-30's) are in attendance, of course.
Well, as most of you know, when you close on a house, you have to fill out tons of paperwork and sign your name about 100 times. The dude we're buying from whips out his wallet and removes his tattered SS card so he can reference the number each time he needs it.
I don't get why I don't get off the fucking internet and go study for my test or go to the gym and workout...or BOTH! FUCK Bye!
I hear you. I don't know how people don't know their DL# either (unless you just moved states). I had to fill that out so many times back in the part time job era that I know it by heart. Most people don't though, and I never understand it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
I don't know my DL#.
Nor do I.
I don't get my girlfriend.
I don't get your girlfriend either... not yet. :)
I don't know my DL#. I know part of it, but I still have to look when I'm asked for it (which isn't very often).
I don't get why this "419" scammer really thinks someone would fall for this (sent to me in response to an Apartment ad on Craigs list) (For those not familiar with the scam, they agree to send a huge sum of money to pay for the entire lease up front, send you a real official looking check, and then a week later, before the check bounces, they ask you to wire them half the money back, letting you "keep" the difference for your troubles. I'm sure many of you have gotten the version where they claim to be an exiled African king needing your help to transfer their money out of Africa.):
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Originally Posted by The Fossil Hunter
I don't get the folks who don't have their DL# printed on their checks, given how often that comes up.
I don't get why I have to keep getting fucking laid off. I've got a rare and valuable skill, you pricks.
I don't get the people who use checks...besides for bills.Quote:
Originally Posted by Uncle Mxy
Seriously, they ask for a urine sample when you pay with one. Get a freeking check card already and stop slowing me down.
And while we are at it, I don't get the grociery shoppers too stupid to get the correct size item from the sale ticket on the shelf and then make the clerk rifle through the add at the check out holding everyone else up.
I don't get why demand drafts are allowed to persist in their current form. (They're what make paying by check as insecure as paying by credit card #.)
I don't get why the post office takes a signed credit card but not one that says "check ID".
I don't get why people would sign their credit card. I'd rather have to pull out my ID once in a while than lose my card and have it presigned so that whoever finds it can go ona spending spree.
I don't get why when I write the word spree, I think of Sprewell choking someone.
Wait, yes I do. Nix that.
That's what I am saying. They MAKE you sign it at the post office. It's just plain stupid.Quote:
Originally Posted by Zekyl
I don't get the meaning of LeBron.
It's French for "he who carries the ball from the 3-point line before dunking, and wears a shit-eating grin."
Women. And I can't fucking stand it.
Whatever they say about themselves, the opposite is true. Take this information and go get laid a lot.Quote:
Originally Posted by Fingerbang
I don't get why almost all pizza places show a guy's hand dropping the toppings (especially shredded cheese) onto the pizza in their commercials.
We all know how the shit got there, but I prefer to pretend that some super sterile machine did it, not some dude with dirt under his fingernails that just dropped a deuce without washing his hands.
Is that supposed to make it more appetizing?
Good call. What about the Time to make the Donuts guy. It's been a long time since I've seen that, but I thought that guy was a fat slob.
At the pizza places I worked at, they made you wear gloves at all times.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
I take that back, at the first place I worked at, it was a small family owned Italian place and they broke a TON of health codes. Hell, the lady that made the pasta sauce mixed it with her arm in a big bucket. Just stuffed her arm in there and started mixing. Gross shit. But at the second pizza place I worked at, they were big on gloves. I don't think the hand in the commercials ever has a glove on.
He died like 3 months after he retired.Quote:
Originally Posted by WTFchris
I don't get why peeps add letters to words. Like this guy at the gym said 'I've got an 'ideal' Ideal? wtf? this same dumb bastard always says 'warsh' instead of 'wash'
This guy also seems to think other peeps want to talk to him while they are working out. I'll be struggling to inhale oxygen on the treadmill to stay concious and he thinks I want to discuss the weather or something.
I don't get how when I find out that a co-worker or my wife has strep throat, my throat instantly starts to hurt, too.
Is it a Corsican Brothers-type thing?
I don't get why I didn't hit on the knockout blonde in front of me in the checkout line tonight. Chick even gave me an in and I stand there like the house on the side of the road.
I gotta step my game up.
I don't get that either. Its happened to me. Not that long ago I was standing there gazing at this hottie thinking about what I'd do to her when I look back at her face she is giving me the biggest smile and says hi. I was so caught off guard...stood there tongue tied.Quote:
Originally Posted by Fool
I was always the same way. Now I have no problem talking to them, but that is probably because I am married and would never stray from my wife ever. Without the nervousness (because it's just friendly chatter), it's easy to shoot the breeze with anyone.
Yeah Ive always had a tough time approaching chicks if the intentions are for myself, but if a friend says a chick is hot Ill walk over to her and invite her to our table/bar area without hesitation. Its all mental. Im not married, but taken, and hot chicks dont 'bother' me anymore in that sense.
People who cut their grass at 3 pm when its 90 and sunny.