discokermit
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that's you, my little cherry tomato.impotent masculine arrogance.
that's you, my little cherry tomato.impotent masculine arrogance.
you don't understand engineering, you don't understand cars or the role they play, you don't understand people, you don't understand depression, and you don't understand the joy of spending hours on a physical task with aesthetically pleasing end results.
you don't even know about tape, you worthless little gobshite.
what do you understand? wanking, i expect. mimsy little cunt.
No, no, no no, no!They're for getting to other places in .....
To you. Outside of cars as art and sport and whatever, I think that if you're going to take all the drawbacks and compromises of driving & owning a car, you might as well properly embrace it. Provided you have any choice in the matter, cars & motoring as needs-must, white goods utility is harder for me to understand, personally.The role cars play? They're for getting to other places in
that's not what i said, you thick little cunt.Also if you think gaffer tape is like masking tape then it is you who does not understand tape. Gaffer tape is used for covering up cables to prevent tripping hazards, and as such it is much wider and stronger than masking tape. Having worked in sound engineering I've encountered the stuff on more than one occasion.
That man has no trousers on, does he.
Ahhh, tis the Urban way.i get the feeling on this thread that some people think that to have any sort of emotion regarding a car is wrong and therefore gives them the right to ridicule and trample all over those emotions for their own juvenile amusement.
Nothing wrong about getting emotionally attached to a car if that's what floats your boat but there's a whole lot wrong with wanting to stab someone for harmlessly and temporarily altering its cosmetic appearance.i get the feeling on this thread that some people think that to have any sort of emotion regarding a car is wrong and therefore gives them the right to ridicule and trample all over those emotions for their own juvenile amusement.
But what about the feelings of the person who built the wall you're painting your mural of a red Ford Escort onto? Where you don't really know how to do perspective so it kind of looks like a cubist Ford Escort. Maybe they spent hours laying the bricks which they carefully selected from the options available at Jewsons based not only on their colour but also texture. And they took care to mix up a mortar that set off those bricks so nicely. And they were proud of that wall but then you came and painted your mural and they don't like Ford Escorts or cubism or even the colour red. What then?say i was feeling the most depressed i'd ever been, didn't get out of my pyjamas or wash or barely eat for six weeks. then i had an idea that might pull me round. what if i used my redundancy money to buy paint and paint a mural? a mural i'd always wanted to paint from childhood? then i spend hours painting the mural, which causes people walking by to stop and tell me how much they like it. the physical creative activity itself does a lot for my self worth, i've taken a grubby side of a once grand building and through physical effort and technical skill, with my own hands i've created something beautiful. add that to the positive response from people and i'm well on my way to feeling well again. i've done a thing that has done no harm and only good.
then some prick comes along and tapes 'lol' in cardboard all over it. this hurts me in many ways, lots of which i don't understand, the pain of someone insulting me and disregarding my feelings despite not even knowing me, invading my space to do damage to something i've toiled over and loved. something that in many ways has been my saviour.
if i see them do it, and there is anything sharp or pointy nearby, it will soon be in them. that's the way it is. i wouldn't even think about it. my instinct would be ''you hurt me, now i hurt you''.
now, i can't paint pictures but i can polish cars. if people think that isn't creative then i can say i've built boats, bridges, beautiful spiral staircases in stainless steel and to get a good shine on some old paint is equal to any of that.
say i was feeling the most depressed i'd ever been, didn't get out of my pyjamas or wash or barely eat for six weeks. then i had an idea that might pull me round. what if i used my redundancy money to buy paint and paint a mural? a mural i'd always wanted to paint from childhood? then i spend hours painting the mural, which causes people walking by to stop and tell me how much they like it. the physical creative activity itself does a lot for my self worth, i've taken a grubby side of a once grand building and through physical effort and technical skill, with my own hands i've created something beautiful. add that to the positive response from people and i'm well on my way to feeling well again. i've done a thing that has done no harm and only good.
then some prick comes along and tapes 'lol' in cardboard all over it. this hurts me in many ways, lots of which i don't understand, the pain of someone insulting me and disregarding my feelings despite not even knowing me, invading my space to do damage to something i've toiled over and loved. something that in many ways has been my saviour.
if i see them do it, and there is anything sharp or pointy nearby, it will soon be in them. that's the way it is. i wouldn't even think about it. my instinct would be ''you hurt me, now i hurt you''.
now, i can't paint pictures but i can polish cars. if people think that isn't creative then i can say i've built boats, bridges, beautiful spiral staircases in stainless steel and to get a good shine on some old paint is equal to any of that.
So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
well, sorry tracey but you can't. as you admit yourself later in the song. how dare you have even entertained those feelings.
why do it though? if it's not yours, leave it alone. is that wrong?Nothing wrong about getting emotionally attached to a car if that's what floats your boat but there's a whole lot wrong with wanting to stab someone for harmlessly and temporarily altering its cosmetic appearance.
What did the dials represent?When i was a lad, i used to enjoy knocking the bottom out of an open box, standing in the gap and using the flaps like wings. Drew dials ont card in front of me where i held it up...
speed, air pressure, awesomeness, that kind of thingWhat did the dials represent?
It's good to keep an eye on one's instruments to ensure one remains within the manufacturer's acceptable parameters for awesomeness.speed, air pressure, awesomeness, that kind of thing
why do it though?
When i was a lad, i used to enjoy knocking the bottom out of an open box, standing in the gap and using the flaps like wings. Drew dials ont card in front of me where i held it up...
That couldnm't hold my tits mate
I could see that for some drivers it may prove a momentary annoyance - but by the looks of it the whole thing could be removed in seconds, and the stabbing stuff is borderline psychopath.why do it though? if it's not yours, leave it alone. is that wrong?