[quote]That One Guy wrote:
Growing_Boy wrote:
Professor X wrote:
Growing_Boy wrote:
Has anybody noticed how much a bastard quasimodo of a thread this is?
Quasimodo was a tragic story that had a Disney movie made from it.
I SERIOUSLY doubt any animators will be lining up to put this bullshit on film and mass produce it.
The novel was completely scrapped and modified to be kid friendly. The gypsy never wanted to get with Quasimodo. Quasimodo was deaf because of his line of work. Had one eye and could barely speak.
But Bambi is real, right!!!?[/quote]
No don’t think so mate, but I once took out a group of Bambis with my rig. True story. We were coming back from Vegas me and a group of my peeps. So it was around 2 or something in the morning and we were on this one notoriously foggy stretch of California coastal highway. It was all gangta right just driving home. Then my buddy sitting in the back seat was fucking with me by fucking with my seat adjustment on my electric captain’s chair (thats what Ford calls it) moving it back and forth, fucking with the recline, the lumbar, etc.
So I turn around and punch the shit out of him right just then my other buddy (my co-driver) yells, “MOTHERFUCK! FUCK DOOD! WATCH OUT!!” and as I was turning around WHAAAAAIM!! The rig barely flinched but the carnage was none the less extreme. One Bambi got shot out by my tires like 6 feet in the air. I thought the sum bitch was going to take out my side mirror, go through my window and maybe come inside the cab and bite us or something. The rest got taken out by my front differential and my bumper.
I was like “AAAH FUCK MAN MY GRILL” “FUCK DUDE MY BILSTEINS!” “AAAH FUCK!! MAH ALIGNMENT” “WE ALL GONNA DIE!” the whole time this was happening. So I finally bring the rig to a halt almost killing us by rolling the damn thing over due to me over correcting over and over again and almost 40 feet away from the point of impact. So I jump out and expect my beloved Panda to have his grill destroyed, headlights, da woirks only find him to be in only rather bloody and furry but otherwise in perfect condition. My buddy Rick that was sitting behind me jumps out and is all traumatized. “DOOD YOU KILLED THEM ALL!” He yells as he starts running to the scene. No bullshit he didn’t take it very well. “THERE ALL DEAD MAN, DEAD!!!” he yells at me. “WE GOTTA CALL CHIPPE! dude we gotta call him. He’ll help us” he tells me almost sobbing running back to the truck.
I almost slapped him. My ass CHP was going to help us. He would probably write me up for my jake break on my rig and question all of us. He probably wouldn’t believe I owned the truck even after I presented ID. I look at my co-driver and without saying anything grab Ricky tell him its all going to be okay and put him back in the truck. I give him my hoody and break him open a Costco water and he sits in the truck like if his whole world just burned down. So I grab some gloves out of my Weatherguard and we glove up. We cleaned up the possible road hazards and threw the bodies over the guard rail down into the belly of a valley. Dinners was on us for the cayots. We jumped back in the truck and Ricky asks us if we called CHP. “OH YEAH” I told him putting in drive and breaking them loose.
Some scary shit though. I won’t say I didn’t almost shit myself. I’m just glad it was all clear and didn’t have any traffic. Alright enough story time with GB. I’ve got a date with an elliptical for 45 followed by some Levrone leg curls.