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TheDCBass
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Name: Me
Interests: knives, camping, fishing, soccer, annoying my sister.
Expertise: annoying my sister.
Occupation: specialist
Industry: sisterannoyingment
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AIM:  TheDCbass
Member Since:
9/29/2005
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| AACC HATES MY CAR!!!!...and i have blood stains on my pants.
grrr...
I was driving over the speed-bumps at aacc this morning when all of the sudden CRUNCH!!! SCRAAAAAPE!
I think "That's not good. maybe my tailpipe dragged across."
So I park and go to school and have a boring day at college. I get out of my math class early because we took a test and I didn't use the whole hour and 45 minutes, so I get in my car at about 1:30 looking forward to lunch and lacrosse. I start to back up and I hear the crunching noise again so I get out and check to see if anything is dragging or something like that, nothing looks wrong so I get back in and leave the college. I get to the light to get onto Richie highway and I know something is wrong. Even though Nadia (my car) is 12 years old she doesn't usually make that many noises and never makes scraping noises. I drive down ritchie highway and casually glance into my rearview mirror.
I think "I don't remember my mirror being tinted blue. odd, so are the other ones. oh wait that's smoke. is that mine?! that's not happy. maybe the parking brake is stuck."
so I pull into the shopping center with the McD's blockbuster and pizza bolis and I go to the back where the B&A trail is and put the parking brake on and off a few times, and get out and look again. I notice that it smells oddly like tires. Like when you floor it and spin those good lookin' wheels. (those Steve McQueen moments  ) So I get back in and continue on my way with a sense that something will go wrong.
I think "I'll go home via the Naval Academy Bridge. Because something is not right."
I turn right to go home and get maybe 400 yards and all of the sudden
BOOOM!!!!!!!!FWOOPA!! FWOOPA!!!!!
I think "OH SNAP!!! hey this is kind of cool I've never been in a car when a tire has blown out. I should probably stop. It's probably be bad to slam on the brakes. It's a good thing I know how to change a flat."
All this thought happened in a very very short amount of time. I eased to a halt across from the Antioch church.
I thought "A flat tire?!?! is that it!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! I am capable of fixing such problems by myself!! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"
All this ran through my head as I calmly popped the trunk and pulled out the spare the rusty old jack and the tire iron. I attempted to fit the tire iron onto one of the lugnuts when disaster struck. something was jammed into the socket and it prevented the tire iron from fitting onto the lugnut. In short, the tire iron wouldn't work.
I thought "poop, time for plan "b." walk to the Grahams and confiscate a tire iron. I calmly scampered to the far side of ritchie highway and discovered that the fiendish jack cut my thumb and it was bleeding on my pants and shirt. So I mosied over to the Grahams. I soon realized that it is faster to get there in a car than it is on foot. I soon became bored. When I arrived we grabbed the needed tools and left, all 5 of us. 3 Grahams (Mrs. Graham was the only other driver, Dean came for technical support/to watch, and Emily came to do math) 1 Settle (Isaac came because he heard something about working on a car) and Me (It's my car, of course I'd go.) We arrived at the scene and once we removed the wheel we realized that something was not right. the spring was completly loose and there was a piece of metal folded over and sharp poking in the direction of the tire. Then we gazed upon the annhilated tire. a hole about one inch wide was cut all the way around the inside of the tire and globs of tire mush that had been shaved away by that mischievious piece of metal covered the wheel well. We realized that if we put the spare on it would share in its predecessors fate. So we decided to call for backup, aka Dad, he calmly assesed the situation and came to a solution. TOW TRUCK! So now my car is in the shop.
No the moral of our story is of course AACC SPEED BUMPS ARE EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| I have a tree!!!I have a tree!!!!! in my backyard.
Rather, I have several trees in my backyard.
In addition to those trees, I have some dirt.
And grass.
But slightly more interesting than that and slightly less interesting than watering a fake plant is the fact that many of the trees in my backyard have decided to make sticks. big sticks. I've heard some people call them "branches".
But I prefer to call them sticks.
haha!! this is where it gets good!!
so there are some sticks in front of, behind, to the left, to the right, and on top of my house.
I live in my house.
Therefore, I live in the sticks!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah...
not that funny.
Rather, it's quite dull.
Now I am trying to burp and hiccup at the same time.
It ain't going to well with the whole typing thing.
My timing is kinda off.
The novelty of the hiccups is wearing fast.
I haven't had hiccups in a while.
Whopa, I just yawned and hiccuped at the same time.
It was odd.
This post is going nowhere fast.
I should end it.
Rather, I should kill it.
And make it's demise long and slow.
Or with explosions and large fonts.
Or I could have a poll to see how i should end it.
or NOT!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Also.... new colors, aren't they absolutely barfafying!
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