mid life crisis

thats no good at all.. my partners brother was killed on the gorge rd a few yrs ago it all just seems so sensless too me

let me know when ya find the rest of the car lol

they havent been back since so maybe the mate they was visiting passed on the residents regards lol if it happens again i will try the old 1/2 house brick at the car trick that might at least get them too stop so we can all have a nice chat lol

it might have been did ya undies smell like burning rubber or just like shit lol

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so you would have no probs with these tools cutting ringeys on a narrow street at the end of your driveway ? if so your a bigger tool than they are think about the big picture the police get 3 calls in 15 mins about skylines driving like hoons ........what do you think the next car there going too pull over is ? i also dont like the fact i get a group of people banging on my door just cause i drive a skyline asking if i know these tools

im not saying what model they are atm but i might later along with there rego numbers if it keeps up

i hope not as well but if it is too bad they have reported already by 3 really pissed of neighbours

just a word of warning too the two skyline drivers who are cutting skids in the new area of muno para west about 8 pm tonight your rego numbers have been taking and have been reported to the police by 3 of my neighbours . when i get a group of people knocking on my door just cause i own a skyline asking if i know you clowns it dosent make me happy .the small street your cutting skids in leads straight into my driveway and if any of you end up up out of controll in my driveway dont expect help from me as i will be running out with my sledge hammer and practicing my poor panel beating skills on your heads . there are young families with young kids around btw the house you hang out at the residents have had words with him and have been on the ph too his landlord you aint doing your mate any favours . if you want too hang skids ffs go 10 mins down the road too out where there are no houses but to hang skids in the entrence of a housing estate is madness . we know you have done it b4 but much later at night this time they got both your rego numbers . i can tell you there are some people atm that want to meet you face to face and you really dont want to meet them YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED mid life crisis

lol give her my ph number

how much for ya mrs lol :-)

no jets FARK that then im sticken too bf2 then

looks good i play bf2 most days for a round or so . so i def will buy this one hopefully they can slow down the use of hacks that ruin the game for legit players

wanted a series 1 or 2 r33 turbo .....oil and water lines ......rb25 turbo exaust manifold and a cross over pipe with bov cheers midlife crisis

good to hear she will be alright i reckon i paid for the extension at the angle vale a few yrs ago it should be renamed after our dog lol both back knee's had to get reconstructed one at a time then the first one had to be redone over 4g later the dog is now 10 yrs old and running around like a puppy again . a few people said 4g put it down its only a dog be farked lol i would spend it all again if i had too

spotted a yellow r34 yesterday on a car trailer with the front wiped off it

bah just tell the guy too come and take it away himself if he wants it bad enough

yeah that would be nice relaxing on a jetty ......however i dont think im free next time :-)

what i week i am rooted lol mrs has been in hospital all this week and still is so lots of running back and forth munno para west the the wakefield 2 times a day . today my son got the keys to is house so i hired a truck to move his stuff then pick up his g/f stuff from her house and load her gear up as well . while they was unloading the truck i had to go and pick up the sister in law from adelaide airport take her back too my place . then go back and finish unloading truck to find out one of there couches wont fit into the lounge room due to small archways .......so i thought i was getting a sleep in tomorrow wrong have to take truck back by 8.00 am then go around and pull a french bay window out so we can get the couch in lol . what a week

spotted 2 nice cars today a very nice black stag at the bp at boliver and a nice silver /light grey r35 gtr going down frome road

my trip too bunnings :-( Ok so it's not a joke, but it's damned funny I went to Bunnings recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself' road-kill chilli. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off. Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'. Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Bunnings, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the den. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, crap, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chilli from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ........BIG mistake!!!!! Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-bitch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left. Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chilli, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

bah ...you must have a tumour on ya humour

fark i just got ripped 30 bucks and boy am i pissed . i bought a tiger woods dvd called 18 holes AND IT'S ABOUT f**kING GOLF !!!

lol looks like any n.s cruise :-)

remove gearbox cross member let back of gearbox drop catch any oil that leaks out a couple of 1/2 extension bars and a rattle gun does the trick for me