I farted. You can now expect to pay higher gas prices because it caused three refineries to shut down. Sorry










yes, this is a worthless post

You're so nasty

Nope, I'm a guy. Guys do those things. We question how the opposite sex never does. It'* not natural.

I think they do. They just don't post about it and announce it...literally..to the world.

In the time you took to make this worthless post, you could have worked on the Lightning-powered T-bird...btw, how that'* coming!?!

I farted and contributed to the globabl warming, sorry guys.

was it a:

verrrrrrrrp

BUBUBUBUBBUBULL

or

swswswswsqqqqqqqqirrrrrrrttt

I don't know who you're asking but I sure can't answer that question, I can say I felt better afterwards.

I don't know if anyone cares, but I work 7 am to 4 pm.... I think I've had this site up at work almost all day.... Shows how busy work is for me...

Can't work on the L because I don't have pistons that I want yet. Have to work to afford pistons. Have to wait for the tax return to have the money to afford pistons from working... As soon as those pistons come in, the rotating assembly is going out to get the crank knife edged, chamfered oil holes, all that good stuff, and have the whole thing balanced. Then the block goes off to get punched out. Then the assembly begins

Should put me at 8.2:1 CR. Heads are semi-ported right now. Gonna run stock PI cams, then I'll swap in some blower cams after it'* broke in. If I put blower cams in too soon, I'll never make it to 1500 miles without hammering it. Probably won't anyways, but trying to reduce the chances of "slipping up"

Oh they fart alright! They make a little peep noise, barely audible, which if you could amplipfy it would be "Excuse me" But NO... the only realy evidence you get is the sudden need to open a window and breath fresh air...




silent but deadly is the womans motto.

Oh, sorry Superman, wasn't ignoring your question. It was a "Verrrrrrrrrrrrrp"

Amy always gets mad at me for ripping them. It'* pretty funny when the three of us(Amy, Lydia, and myself) are sitting on the couch, I'll rip one, then Amy will yell at me, then Lydia will rip one. Then she'll ask if it was me or her. I try to blame her as much as possible. I don't know why, but it amuses the hell out of me.