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I don't like hats...... I want a Team Sundown shirt.

Hmmmmm indeed.

Stick it on the metal and press it on with a roller I no has roller.

Yeah yeah........... hmmmmmmmmmmm Xbox 360..... NFS Undercover...... Good Friends...... Goooood times

STOLE my TOP

Sean are you talking about Quentin? I think so........ I could be wrong though.

Copy and Paste from USACi..... had me rollin..... I was in tears laughing so hard.

CAUTION: LONG POST All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of colon cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for the wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my back side informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathrooms. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 1 through 5 for your convenience: 1. Occupied. 2. Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one. 3. Poop smeared on seat. 4. Poop and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat. 5. No toilet paper, no stall door, something growing near base of toilet. Clearly, it had to be Stall #2. I trudged back, entered, dropped trousers and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful ****ter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot. I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The insane conversation went on and on. Mr. ****ter was blathering to Mrs. ****ter about the crappy day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier,thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about it in public. My butt let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier. Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder with one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit the resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently. Once my butt cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: 1) The next-door conversation had ceased; 2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come;and 3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, putrid stench. It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul stench of rotting excrement quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence. "Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??" Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride. Next door I could hear him fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth... not... make it...tell the kids... love them... oh God..."followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching. Alas, it is evidently difficult to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into thetoilet. There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth. As I left, I glanced into the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know. I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has managed to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to crap in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the can. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom

I will be putting on about 36^2 of Stinger RoadKill..... I am getting a decent deal on it and would love to make the most of it.

Soooooooo Best way to put on deadner....... thoughts?

Wow.....a good bit has happened since I last updated on this thread... hmmm Well I didn't get the 2400, I told the gut to go ahead and sell it cause I had to wait a while longer then I though. So this weekend I AM buying 2 Yellow Tops from him for $185... making it 3 .... People talk trash about them but I have NEVER had a problem with them or seen anyone have a problem with them. Hell, one ran my WHOLE truck for at least an hours worth of driving when the belt came off the truck on the way to a show. Made a few stops so the truck could cool down and the battery had all the power I needed. But now for some things I have already gotten done.................. 1. Got some 3" speakers into the stock location in my doors. 2. Ran ALL new wiring for speakers in truck. 3. Ran new 4-channel RCA cable..... making it now 2 sets of 2-channel RCA's and 1 set of 4-channel RCA's all JL Audio. 4. Got the SAZ-1000 in on some 10"s...... Poor 10"s....... Things are going slow but all is being done RIGHT.

oh yeah..... I'm good.. lol Glad you figured it out man!!!

SPL Top

Good job, but what mic are you using there? Those scores seem really friggin low man I was just thinking that!!! I did a 144.6 with 2 L7 15"s on 1000w..... something doesn't seem right. It was on music. Bass Mechanic - Drifting was drawn. We're still working on building loud cars over here On music I still did a 143.5 That 2 15"s 12,000w should be low/mid 150's...... ....... and might get upper 150's if tuned right.... Idk maybe yall do something different over there.

specs my buddy has a rabalo that thing is sweet! Lawd idk haha not mine........ it's a guy who I know from USACi show and we are both on Team South. It's going to be a bunch of us local competitors who are friends.

Personal boat. Should be sweet

take me with u Come on down here and your more then welcome to come!!

I say XCON..... and wow your Sig is bigger then mine. O_O

I need to order 2-4 with my next order... I want to rep Sundown all the time. hah

Off shore fishing this weekend coming up!!!!

Your an asshole. Shizzzon and LOTS of other people here are just trying to help you.

I LOVE absolutely LOVE how a shop out here claims to be a Fi dealer.......

Money. lol. Thats why im not going with the BTL. If i get that then i have to buy a battery and a more powerful amp. It all just adds up. Thats why i was trying to stick to around 1000rms because i will need minimaly upgrades but still get the output i want. And Audioque is cheaper than FI so thats why i was leaning towards the HDC312. What do you suggest i get? All i want to do is prove to people that there chitty ass 4 subs can be beat by just 1. You want SPL right? The AQ will put out more sound..... that's it. The Q will sound better then the AQ but not as loud. What kind of vehicle is it going in?

Good job, but what mic are you using there? Those scores seem really friggin low man I was just thinking that!!! I did a 144.6 with 2 L7 15"s on 1000w..... something doesn't seem right.

To really "win" at Scrappin you have to get me to bail out the vehicle....... which has never happened btw