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I've got a few minutes before I leave, how's things Chosen?

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Originally posted by Notech

I've got a few minutes before I leave, how's things Chosen?

Not bad, had a good day.

How bout you?

I had a great day(standard answer)!

No it was fine but to windy to fly my planes!

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Originally posted by Notech

I had a great day(standard answer)!

No it was fine but to windy to fly my planes!

What kind of planes... got any pics of that?

RC.... and more pics than you can imagine!

(they don't fly well when I post them here tho'

see..

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Originally posted by Notech

RC.... and more pics than you can imagine!

(they don't fly well when I post them here tho'

I have a couple of friends who get a kick from flying planes like that.

I freak out when I see the time and money you can put into those.... crazy

Yeah, I've got a buck or two invested!

I've been doing it for a long time tho'

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Originally posted by Notech

Yeah, I've got a buck or two invested!

I've been doing it for a long time tho'

Link me the most badass model you got flying

I've got one just like this...



Almost 2 grand invested. In a prop jet

But, this is my favorite and, I have it on a pic host

A Pitts S-2..

Sweet models there Notech!

Love the jet.... how fast can it go ?

Never clocked it but reports of 120 mph are not uncommon for my set-up

I have faster planes just not that purdy

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Originally posted by kayradis

Just finished sobering up from last nite.
My wingman told me the whole story.

Here are the fact.
The shitshow begins at 2:30pm Atlantic time. Sipping a 12 pack of coors light with the roomie. Not too shabby, just shooting the shit and watching a documentary about Honda's imitators(im talking about gorillas here). Grabbing supper, couples of Ski-Doo Drivers(Its a powered up Screwdriver [Vodka/Orange Juice]) to make everything go down, and leave the house before im too affected to drive.

Meet my buddy at his place, start sipping on wiskey and a dozen Jagerbombs to get the Force flowing.
He's telling me that his roomie wanna join us on that spectacular adventure that's St Patrick's Day is with me(last year was pretty epic too, banging that chix from work in a construction zone under the rain! Im so CASH!)

So he's telling us he met that chix and he's hitting on her and she's gonna be with a couple of her friends at that weird looking bar but he insist on "Drinks are cheap there". My jedi senses are telling me that there might be a trap,but I do ignore them and carry on with the task I've got on my hands.

So we get to that bar, aint too crowded, barmaid are horribles and nasty looking(kinda like a female version of Honda if he had clamedya all over his face). Anyway, Im fairly drunk already(its about 10:30ish and I've been drinking for quite a while) So im starting pounding the Guiness one after the other until I feel fairly wasted(took me about an hour or so). People started singing songs on the stage, and there's that SMOKING chix with awesome legs who look a bit geeky. I'm going for it.
FML. She's a muff diver. Who cares? I'm still going for the kill! Then I started doying Irish Car Bombs with her, chit chattin' to figure out she's the one I'm always bitching to in my local comic store about the absence of the newer BLEACH manga.

So I kept hitting, on her, doying my Luke Skywalker thingy, hoping to bring her back to the Light Side Of The Force. The movie was right! She came back! Haha! For a night anyway! Got some kill points here, the I started hitting on her friend,the one that random guy from the beggining of the story was trying to hit on with little to no succes! Holy christ? How did that guy failed at an eazy chix like that?
2 words and she was grinding me, grabbing the little me with some nasty looks. Dudes, I'm telling you, people from Ontario really sucks at life.

Honda's from Ontario BTW.

After that?
I barely remember shit.
The guys told me I tryed to make it to my car around 4ish, but I never succeded to go across the street. I passed out in the middle. Nice fail from my part.

So the operation wasnt a victory, but still a success since I almost brought a lesbian back to the right league!

Kayradis out.

They made me stop telling stories.

TL;DRs as far as the eye could see. So, you ended up fucking the nerdy chick, or the easy chick..or both?

Also, my stories usually come with IRL pictures. Just sayin.

Now, for A HONDA STORY!!!!!WHOOO!!!!!

So, I'm chillin at my pad, it's like 5PM, and I just got done waxing the shit outta my car. I throw on my "Who's Your Daddy" T-shirt because the font is in GREEN. I decided to go on a light jog, get the juices really flowing right, for tonight. That rhymed by the way, unintentional. So I jog it up, I pop in the shower (FOCUSING MAINLY ON MY DICK, FOR OBVIOUS REASONS!)..I had to take the shirt back off by the way, because I shower nude, I know right..hot. Anyway, so I throw BACK ON the killer ass shirt..it's black, with green font..it's SO perfect for this shit. It's a banging 17c outside, so I decided "fuck it self, no jacket for you, *self five*" that's where I highfived myself.

So, I roll back outside, now it's about 5:45PM and I decided to take back jacket anyway in case it got chilly, LIKE A BOSS!. I throw my MP3 player (which is built in my phone, hellz yeah)..jack into mah car. The sub is just bangalanging and I'm nodding my head like "whhhaauutt" and then my dad is like "what the fuck are you doing, retard?" and I'm like "Oh, I was just getting pumped for tonight" and then HE'S! like "don't you have an assload of paper work to do? You know, hiring you is starting to make me look like a jackass" I paused mid-nod, out of sadness. "I'll do it tomorrow morning, I promise" I didn't, and the dude called me today at 7AM and was like "Do the fucking paperwork, god damnit." He's a guy who works for my dad, so basically my dad is now yelling at me through proxy.

Anyway, my dad walks away, and I start to feel kinda bad, but I'm like.."NO MAN!..Tonight!" and I did a Tiger Woods style arm pump! I close the door, throw on mah "I'm better than you" sunglasses, and I set off. I didn't feel like speeding, since mah bitch goes through gas like a coke-head goes through cocks...or Kayradis goes through cupcakes (sick BURN!)..WHHAT?! So, I'm just cruising along, 95KMPH...hells yeah, metric system bitchaz. I look down, oh shit son, I'm outta gas! I hadn't noticed because I was too busay texting Lindros and Bangles (woot namedrops) and well..they were both having fun, and had waitresses that had fucking giant tits, with and without moles.

I hit up the first gas station, full service, $20, PREMIUM! I yelled at the attendant. So, I look back, checking my reflection in my mirror, fight the urge to slide down my pants and attempt to blow myself out of pure lust caused by my own reflection. I look back, horrifying sight...chick put regs in. SAYY WHHAHT?! I think. I'm out of the car, it's definitely regular. She walks up $20?...reachin out a hand. I'm like "I said premium, what the hell?" she's like "Oh, did I put in regular? I remember you saying premium, I'm sorry, $20?" and I'm like "Uhh, that car runs on premium...this is actually a pretty serious issue" and she's all "I can throw in $20 super?" and I'm like "alright, cool, and I get an octane booster....that should work out okay, thanks"...five minutes later. "That'll be $51.77" and I'm like *srs face* "excuse me?!...you're going to charge me for YOUR MISTAKE?!" and she's all "You got $40 in gas, plus the octane booster..that's $51.77" and I was like "I'm not paying for the regular you put in my car, I will pay for the octane booster, plus the premium, despite the fact the octane booster is ten FUCKING DOLLARS, which I wouldn't need, had you not put god damn regular in my car!" and she's like "I get it, you're a fast driver, you need premium...you still have to pay" and I'm like "NO BITCH, MY CARS COMPRESSION RATIO REQUIRES PREMIUM, ALUMINUM BLOCK, DETONATION BITCH, DO YOU KNOW IT!" she's all "what?" and I'm like "it's a bigger deal than you understand, I was on empty, and you put in regular, my car can't run on regular, I get a knock..it's fucking harsh for my engine, bro" and she's like "Am I going to have to call the police" and I'm all "I'm pretty sure they could hire a fucking monkey to work this god damn pump, you zit faced fucking midget...you remind me of Kayradis, this bro I know from some fag province" Seriously though, she was a fucking idiot. So she's all "We'll see what the cops have to say" so I'm all "fuck it, here" and I hand her the money, which was TOTAL BS...then I'm all "lates" I pull off, raged up...and completely out of my funktastic mood.

I decide to pull off further up, and put in another $20 premium, so, I've already spent 7/10ths of my money for the night. I decide I'm going to go back tomorrow, and get her ass fired. I did B tha DUB..I went there this afternoon and explained to the manager what happened, he was all *srs face* @ idiot chick.

So, I'm cruising down the road, collar popper, hair set to "party"...and then I get a cell phone call "Sup moms?!" I ask "you friend called, he's busy"..then I'm like "what..but, it was his idea and we've been talking about it since Saturday..he took the day off"..then my mom hangs up, and I'm all "great...other friends haven't called back, I've got nothing" So then my friend calls, and I'm like "Sup Parnz!?" and he's like "We're supposed to go to Muay Thai dude?.." and I'm all "All those plans and shit?!" and he's all "I can't miss Muay Thai..I'll meet you there" I don't even have my stuff, so I'm all "mother fucker." and then scramble around trying to find my damn friends. I find one, and he has to work, I find another, and he can't go out because he's broke..wonderful. I'm cruising around town, still full on determined, original friend calls back, "hey man, fuck it..lets go get drunk"..WICKED SWEETS.

We drive around, and picked up two more guys, who are more acquaintances than friends...to the level that I called one of them "Steve" about four times before someone told me his name is "Kevin"...I laughed it off and claimed "Steve was his nickname"

We go all out, and hit up the BEST bar in town. My sub is still throbbin up the back seat, I had long since turned off Rod Stewart and thrown on some Black Eyed Peas...unfortunately. We all look fly to the point of funky fresh.

We roll out, the line to get into this bar is like, 850 people long...so, we roll to the SECOND best. 1500 people long.

Third best?

shorter...but still crazzy long, LIKE MY COCK WHHAT?!

So, after going to every reputable good bar in town, where hot girls hangout, we're all sitting in my car, mad. The guys in the back seat start blazing up a fatty. I tell them to get the fuck out of my car with that shit. They do. They get pissy and walk off...well, I drove off, still..they're not my friends damnit. Time is moving the fuck on at this point, and current friend starts bitching he forgot to get the day off, and has to go to bed soon. It's like 8:30PM. WHHAT?!

I'm desperate and frantic, there are only like, two girls in my cell that I can still associate with, I call them both..one is deep inside the "best" bar, the other is sick and in bed. Uncash, like, debt collector uncool.

I keep face palming while driving, texting everyone...nothing. My friend and I literally wedge our way into a Boston Pizza, and it's fucking gay and I hate it instantly. We get two Guinness, he turns around his "Ireland" hat to the back. I sip my Guinness and realize I forgot to get a designated driver, and we're in the middle of nowhere. Super cash...so I nurse this Guinness for about forty minutes..and then I'm bored..every hot girl is with someone, my waitress looks like Anne Hathaway if someone beat her in the face with a sack of door knobs, then someone lit it on fire and tried to put it out with cheap makeup.

Also, flat chested.

My bro gets an order of nachos, and some bro acquaintance shows up, started slamming nachos. Whatta dick. I have two, diet you know.

So, this is a fact, so SHOCKING...I've hidden it from even Lindros and Bangles.

I get fed up and I'm all "This shit sucks, this place is full of uglies, married people and faggots....and me and you (friend), looking hard at acquaintance guy" My friend has had about, 14 beers at this point, I'm looking down at my mickey of vodka in my jacket pocket. (it got chilly)

So, then my bro gets the best idea ever...."LET'S GO SEE A MOVIE!...On me, since you paid for gas" he says. I'm all "whoa, that's actually a super cash idea hombre" so we pimp out to my car, through an onslaught of fat girls and drunk skinny nerds making out, one of them mentioned something about the new "BLEACH" magna.

We slide out to mah ride, I recognize some chick inside. She waves. It's my sisters friend...I walk over to the patio and she's all "This place is shitty" and I'm all "I knows right?!" so, she's like "where you going?!" and I'm all "Movie" and she's all "which?!" and I'm all "probs "She's Out of My League"" and she's all "can I come" and I'm all "Totes". The four of us pimp into my car. "Nice car, says random bro".."thanks bro" I reply. They're all drunk and high at this point...like, really drunk, and redonkulous high. My original friend bro starts hitting on chick friend..she's not havin it, but he tries anyway. Bro and posse go into the movie theater to get tix, I lock up my car..put my jacket in the trunk..and get my wallet and phone. I don't like leaving thing in my car worth stealing. So I meet them inside. Boom, they've ALREADY got the tickets...I roll down the hall, again LIKE A BOSS..in front of my posse...then my friend hands me a pair of 3D glasses.

I look down for a second. I think about seeing She's Out of my League in 3D..and I'm all "wait, that sounds wrong" I realize my posse is nolonger following me, and are turning into a movie theater.

Guess which movie the girl had convinced everyone to go see?

Alice in Wonderland.

...


Yep

One Beer...Alice in Wonderland. There's your mother flippin St Patricks day story.


I stole the glasses rather than recycle them, like a ..fuck, that sucked ass.

Also, I actually can't remember exact times, so a lot of that is kinda...just approximated.

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Originally posted by Notech

Never clocked it but reports of 120 mph are not uncommon for my set-up

I have faster planes just not that purdy

Can they do this ??

Almost feels like it !

Sup?

@Honda, bro you should write books or something!

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Originally posted by Honda_X

Sup?

I read every last word of that!

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Originally posted by thechosen29

@Honda, bro you should write books or something!

Pop up, preferably.

Then some chick will be all "hey, what's on this page" BOOM..mah cock.

Also now I need sleep G'Nite