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hey ryan, any love for the early broncos? I'm going tomorrow to look at a 66 I may buy.

Fuck yeah!

My grandfather had an old Bronco and a Scout. His neighbor had a first gen Suburban also. I'd love to have any one of those 3, or all 3.

I may get very lucky with this one, we shall see. It was listed in a local paper for $4000 with a new professionally rebuilt 5.0 (don't know about ford engines, just like the idea of new rather than old) and when I called the guy to ask about it he made it sound like an old beater and in this area that means treated like dog shit and not worth a penny. Anyway, my brother in law happened to drive past the vehicle and said from the road it looked absolutely fantastic except for a couple small spots and wouldn't need anything at all. Turns out my brother actually used to know this guy and just restores old vehicles, used to have two Power Wagons that he restored and showed all over the county, does beautiful work etc etc etc. I'm sure I can walk away with the vehicle for much less than he wants if it's the quality that i've been told this guy is capable of.

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Zombieland is an awesome flick. Not good; AWESOME! Especially the jab at Garland at the beginning...fuck Garland...

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Some people don't want you to say this, some people don't want you to say that. Some people think if you say some things they might happen. Some people are real fuckin' stupid. You ever notice that, how many stupid people you run into? Goddamn there's some stupid bastards out there. Carry a pad and pencil with you, you'll come up with twenty names by the end of the day. Think about this; think about how stupid the average person is, and then realize that half of 'em are stupider than that.

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What else bothers me? Mickey Mouse's birthday being announced on the television news as if it's an actual event! I don't give a shit! If I cared about Mickey Mouse's birthday I'd have memorized it years ago! And I'd send him a card: "Dear Mickey, Happy Birthday. Love, George." I don't do that! Why? Don't give a shit! Fuck Mickey Mouse. Fuck him in the asshole with a big rubber dick! Then break it off and beat him with the rest of it! I hope Mickey dies. I do, I hope he goddamn dies. I hope he gets hold of some tainted cheese...! And dies! Lonely and forgotten. Behind the baseboard of a soiled bathroom in a poor neighborhood... with his hand in Goofy's pants... Mickey Mouse - shit. No wonder no one in the world takes our country seriously; we waste valuable television time informing our citizens of the age of an imaginary rodent!

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I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist. Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech lowlife. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic; a working rageaholic. Out of rehab, and in denial. I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion forward. Up front, down home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-size, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready, and built to last. I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk, headcase. Prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive bonding nurturing primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly, and lactose-intolerant. I like rough sex, I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the F-word in my E-Mail, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini mall;I bought a mini van in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and whinin.' I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty, and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt. And I'm hanging tough, over and out.

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Only a nation of unenlightened half-wits could have taken this beautiful place and turned it into what it is today — a shopping mall.

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off topic sucksssssssssssssssss

OT the site or OT here?

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Hooray Friday.

Had a dream about surviving a nuclear blast last night, then going to find the terrorists who were planning on detonating more.

I had a dream last night that Bobby Valentine of the Mets, wanted me to play OF. :shrug:

And how did it go? Did you wake up thinking you could have a future in baseball?

He was just telling me about playing in NYC, we were drinking whiskey, but junior came thumping in yelling as he always does "the sun is up daddy WAKE UP!"

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Hooray Friday.

Had a dream about surviving a nuclear blast last night, then going to find the terrorists who were planning on detonating more.

I had a dream last night that Bobby Valentine of the Mets, wanted me to play OF. :shrug:

And how did it go? Did you wake up thinking you could have a future in baseball?

The odd thing, is that my mothers side are Red Sox fans, and I am an O's fan. Not sure how the Mets got in there.

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Was playing a little poker tournamnet on full tilt last night and the internet went out just as I was about to go into the final table, in the lead :madsign:

SON OF A *****!!!

Yeah, was not very happy, but at least buy ins are only 2.50

I was tearing there asses up too. Called some bluffs perfectly when I even though they were about to tear me up.

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What else bothers me? Mickey Mouse's birthday being announced on the television news as if it's an actual event! I don't give a shit! If I cared about Mickey Mouse's birthday I'd have memorized it years ago! And I'd send him a card: "Dear Mickey, Happy Birthday. Love, George." I don't do that! Why? Don't give a shit! Fuck Mickey Mouse. Fuck him in the asshole with a big rubber dick! Then break it off and beat him with the rest of it! I hope Mickey dies. I do, I hope he goddamn dies. I hope he gets hold of some tainted cheese...! And dies! Lonely and forgotten. Behind the baseboard of a soiled bathroom in a poor neighborhood... with his hand in Goofy's pants... Mickey Mouse - shit. No wonder no one in the world takes our country seriously; we waste valuable television time informing our citizens of the age of an imaginary rodent!

Mickey runs the fucking world! Obama is his bitch!

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hey ryan, any love for the early broncos? I'm going tomorrow to look at a 66 I may buy.

Fuck yeah!

My grandfather had an old Bronco and a Scout. His neighbor had a first gen Suburban also. I'd love to have any one of those 3, or all 3.

I may get very lucky with this one, we shall see. It was listed in a local paper for $4000 with a new professionally rebuilt 5.0 (don't know about ford engines, just like the idea of new rather than old) and when I called the guy to ask about it he made it sound like an old beater and in this area that means treated like dog shit and not worth a penny. Anyway, my brother in law happened to drive past the vehicle and said from the road it looked absolutely fantastic except for a couple small spots and wouldn't need anything at all. Turns out my brother actually used to know this guy and just restores old vehicles, used to have two Power Wagons that he restored and showed all over the county, does beautiful work etc etc etc. I'm sure I can walk away with the vehicle for much less than he wants if it's the quality that i've been told this guy is capable of.

The 5.0 in stock form is ridiculously simple, More simple, IMO, than a SBC. Regular oil changes can yield 400K miles +. They are know for bad rear mains though. It's a simple fix though. Something sounds fishy there though. I worked with a guy that restored Broncos and only Broncos. Funny you mention this now as I saw him two days ago and he was driving a late 60s Bronco. He told me he just stole it from some guy for $5K and it was a rust bucket. Apparently they are really going up in value, so you may have quite a money-maker on your hands given you can move it.

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I don't get these dumb asses on some of these home improvement shows. Why the fuck would you go to the trouble of installing granite and SS appliances only to use linoleum on the floor? I don't care what it looks like, it's fucking linoleum.

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I don't get these dumb asses on some of these home improvement shows. Why the fuck would you go to the trouble of installing granite and SS appliances only to use linoleum on the floor? I don't care what it looks like, it's fucking linoleum.

No flooring sponsors?

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Sweet I have 40 reputation points. That matches my name. That is neat.

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Sweet I have 40 reputation points. That matches my name. That is neat.

I should click this post just for the fun of it to mess it up. But no need to. ;)

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I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist. Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech lowlife. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic; a working rageaholic. Out of rehab, and in denial. I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion forward. Up front, down home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-size, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready, and built to last. I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk, headcase. Prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive bonding nurturing primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly, and lactose-intolerant. I like rough sex, I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the F-word in my E-Mail, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini mall;I bought a mini van in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and whinin.' I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty, and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt. And I'm hanging tough, over and out.

Yeah, George Carlin was great :)

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Got a lot of Baja research done tonight. Now its time to convince theteam my idea is the best. Which won't be hard considering it will allowus to run ANY tire/wheel combo we want and even though it will cost us~$400 we will likely save in other area.

soooo I win.

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Sweet I have 40 reputation points. That matches my name. That is neat.

I should click this post just for the fun of it to mess it up. But no need to. ;)

haha. Maybe I just won't be too helpful for a while. Haha

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It's very easy to be a salesman when you truly believe what you are offering is the best.

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Got a lot of Baja research done tonight. Now its time to convince theteam my idea is the best. Which won't be hard considering it will allowus to run ANY tire/wheel combo we want and even though it will cost us~$400 we will likely save in other area.

soooo I win.

You're using a CVT in there, right? So I have a question, though not about atv's but cars in general. Why are CVTs not used more? It seems only a handful of cars have employed them, yet wouldn't they be particularly beneficial now in this time of huge interest in fuel mileage and emissions? Or is this just one of those things that's slow to catch on due to people's ingrained perception of how things are supposed to be? Though they have been used in cars for over 15 years.

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It's very easy to be a salesman when you truly believe what you are offering is the best.

That's the only way I could do it.

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Got a lot of Baja research done tonight. Now its time to convince theteam my idea is the best. Which won't be hard considering it will allowus to run ANY tire/wheel combo we want and even though it will cost us~$400 we will likely save in other area.

soooo I win.

You're using a CVT in there, right? So I have a question, though not about atv's but cars in general. Why are CVTs not used more? It seems only a handful of cars have employed them, yet wouldn't they be particularly beneficial now in this time of huge interest in fuel mileage and emissions? Or is this just one of those things that's slow to catch on due to people's ingrained perception of how things are supposed to be? Though they have been used in cars for over 15 years.

I believe they get less use as they are heavier and more expensive to produce. From what I remember now they also cannot handle as my TQ for something similarly priced/weighted.

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I got up to take care of Jack and get him breakfast and now he won't even get up to go take a crap. Lazy bastard.

Me the roomate the dog and the cats all passed out in the living room last night. The only woman in the house (my wife) was the only smart one and slept in the bed....... I thought maybe I could go lay in bed for a bit before prepping more food, but the cats took over my side of the bed. Fuckers. Can't move them or the wife will give birth to a cow.

Oh well. I'm up.

pork butt been smoking since 9pm, just developing a nice bark now. I just put some more chips in the egg(the only bitch I have about the egg is gettign chips in after you start your smoke. A SMALL brisket just got onto the smoker now also. Going to marinate some wings in a moment and then prep the ribs in a few hours.

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