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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 19 2006, 02:38 PM (194 Views) | |
| n3rd qu33n | Jan 19 2006, 02:38 PM Post #1 |
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Why's the rum always gone?
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Okay... Allow me to vent... this is going to be long... x_X 3:00am - It starts snowing... again. 8:00 - Shelle sends me a text message to let me know she's posted. Unfortunately, this wakes me up. Fortunately, it allowed us to RP for a little while and me to wake up before I have to go. Mana and I had plans to go bowling and then get our books for school. 10:30 - I get ready to leave. 10:45 - I leave. 10:46 - I get my 1988 Jeep Cherokee stuck... IN MY DRIVE WAY. <.<...>.>... I had to call my mom and ask her to tell me how to get it unstuck, because I don't do things half-ass, I REALLY got the bitch stuck. So, after five minutes of mom telling me to turn this way, turn that way, back up, drive forward, I manage to floor my car out of the hole I've dug and rocket up the hill out of my driveway. 10:48 - I get out onto the highway and I realize to my dismay, the temperature of the car going up. Now, it's been running hot these last few days, so I didn't think anything of it, and continued down the road. I get five miles from my house when BAM! It goes into the redzone (about 240F, 116C). I quickly pull off to the shoulder, shut the car off, pop the hood, get out, and check things out. Normally when it does this, it spews antifreeze everywhere. This time, it wasn't. It was just steaming. So, I go to get back in my car, just as a MOTHER FUCKING SEMI PASSES NEXT TO ME AND INSTEAD OF MOVING OVER A LANE HE FUCKING SLAMS ME WITH WET, DIRTY WATER SHIT FROM THE FUCKING HIGHWAY! ... After flipping him off and screaming a few choice words, I get back into the car to wait for it to cool down. I call Mana, tell her I'm running a lil late. Then I wait ten minutes. 11:00 - I finally start the car and get going again. Now, in between my house and Grand Junction is a little "sub-urb" of the community (Whtiewater) that I live in. It's called Kannah Creek and its at the base of a good sized hill. I start going up the hill, and a loose MAD RPM. Once I hit the top of the hill, I realize my temperature gauge isn't at normal, nor is it at 240/116 degrees. Oh no... My car is now running at 280/138 degrees. The exact words out of my mouth where "I better get my ass home or else I'm gonna be fucked." So, I grab my cell and push the button to call my mom as I head over into the turn lane, slowing down at the bottom of the hill. Just as my mom answers, I start to turn onto the other side of the highway and BAM! THE FUCKING CAR DIES! ... My exact words: "Well, I'm fucked now." X_X I pop the hood, I get out, I lift the hood, and sure enough, I've got FOUNTAINS of antifreeze spraying out of the radiator and the resivoir tank! I look to see where my car is and yeah, it's RIGHT in the middle of the lane, blocking people from turning from westbound to eastbound and people coming from Bean Ranch Road (isn't that a retarded name? o.O) onto the westbound lanes of the highway. And then... telephone tag starts. I call mom - mom calls Justin, my neighbor - I call Mana - Mom calls me, Justin's running late, ask if Mana knows someone with 4 wheel drive - I call Mana, Mana doesn't, but suggests I call the Sheriff and get some help in getting out of the middle of the road - I call mom to see what she thinks, she agrees but thinks the Highway Patrol would be better - I call the Colorado State Highway Patrol. ...That Dispatcher was a bitch. The conversation goes as follows: "Hello, My names Amy Yancey, my car died in the middle of the turning lane in Kannah Creek on Highway 50, I'm blocking people from turning eastbound and those coming off of Bean Ranch Road. Is there ANY way you can help me?" "Mmm... I can give you a number for a tow truck." "I can't afford a tow truck, that's why I'm calling you." "Mmm... well... are you northbound ot southbound?" "... I'm... westbound actually..." (...wtf... Hwy 50 doesn't go South and North o.O) "Okay, I'll send out a car and see what they can do for you. But I doubt they can move you or take you home." "Yeah, thanks." I call my mom - Mom calls Justin to tell him he doesn't have to worry about towing me. I wait... without heat... in my car... in the snow... at the base of a hill... for 20 FUCKING MINUTES FOR A HIGHWAY PATROLMAN! ...God forbid my life was in danger o.O; lol Of course, it didn't help that I had this illusion that EVERY car that resembled the Cameros the Highway Patrol drives was infact, a Highway Patrol. Anyways, eventually the guy comes ( in one of those marked cars WITHOUT the lights on top that I always complain about because I don't realize they're cops until its too late o.O; ) and I tell him if he can just help me get the car out of the middle of the road, everything would be great. So, he suggests using his special cop bumpers to shove me off to the side of the road. I agree - at this point, I don't care about my bumper. So, it was quite nice to have a cop behind me with his lights on that didn't INVOLVE a ticket XD (btw, I've only been pulled over three times and only one time resulted in a ticket - THANK YOU VERY MUCH!) and he shoved me - quite litterally - to the side of the road. And omg, was this guy so sweet! lol I got out of the car to thank him, he says it was all a part of his job, and wanted me to make sure I had a ride home. So I call mom, and she says Justin is definitely coming for me. So, I tell the cop this and he's still being a sweet guy, saying he doesn't want me to catch cold out here (because by now, my shoes and my pants - I wear really baggy pants X_X - are absolutely soaked in mud and snow) and because of the 'freaks' on the highway. I smile and tell him it's all right, and he tells me to call him if I need a ride. I really would've let this guy take me home because... Hey? How often am I gonna get a free ride in a cop car that doesn't involve breaking the law? XD hehe But, he's in a Camero... and my Jeep - My SUV - got stuck, and I tell him that I know he could take me home, but he wouldn't be able to make it up the hill from my creek. Anyways... he leaves... and I call my mom to tell her what the cop said and that I was no longer in the middle of the fucking road. She tells me to call Justin. I call Justin (Did I mention the fact that Justin is HAWT?! lol) to tell him where I'm at, but saddly, he has a meeting at 1:00 and can't pick me up. Sadness overwhelms me... lol kidding. So, I tell him its all right, I'll find someone. I call my mom back - who's on the phone with my dad, she puts us on a conference call, and then... guys, I pulled of the BEST damsel in distress/pouty lil daughter trick, and get my dad to swing by the house, pick up my sister, and then come to get me. In the 45 minutes I had to wait for them to get there, I got bored. I smoked three cigarettes, I ate four mints, I text messaged Mitch (lol sorry if I got you in class d00d o.O), I downloaded a ringtone for my cell (Afroman - Because I Got High XD), and I sign onto AIM on my phone, where I proceed to make Marc keep me amused until "Laffy Taffy" comes on the radio. I sign off, I dance in my car to the song, then my family comes to my rescue! YAY! ...My dad made my sister sit in the backseat of his truck because he knew I'd need the heater. And I did. My feet had gone from 'Hey, we're cold' to 'Hey, we don't exist anymore' to 'Now, we're going to fucking HURT WE'RE SO COLD!' I couldn't get my feet far enough into the heater for my liking. o.O Anyways, we swing by a Jeep dealer, pick up a new resivoir (I am pwning that word) tank, go back to the Jeep - I don't know how to tow a car, with all that 'You have to stop the person infront of you or else you're gonna die of whiplash' shit, and I'm too scared to learn, so my sister takes the wheel and we dork around on the way home. This is a pretty funny conversation that happened. Me: "Turn on the windshield wippers, I can't see." Kate: "What button is it?" *starts doing all this shit to the turn signal lever* Me: "NO! Wait! You-You had it! No! STOP! Don't pull it! Turn it!" *Nothing happens* Me: "Push the silver thing that says 'Wash'" *does so, makes the windsheild worse* Me: Umm... the wippers didn't turn on. Kate: Yeah, Now I can't fucking see! *I roll my eyes, a good song comes on the radio, we start rocking out to it, Kaytee doesn't see dad slow down* Me: Hey... Hey... HEY! SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! *Kate slams on the breaks* Me: You fucker! You nearly hit him! Kate: Yeah well... bite me. Me: You suck d00d. So... we get the Jeep started and manage to drive it from my road - Bridgeport Road - down my driveway to the house. It's maybe... a quarter of a mile drive, and already my car's at 210/99 degrees. And... that's when Kaytee and I got into a snowball fight that resulted in snow in her ear and snow in my eye. Came in here, signed on, and typed this rant. Now, I'm going to get something hot to eat - my toes still hate me - and I'm going to order my books so I can pick them up on Saturday. ...Fucking car... |
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<center>~*Seven Deadly Sins ~ Flogging Molly*~ So the years rolled by and several died and left us somewhat reelin’. Johnny strummed his tommy gun, left blastin’ through the ceiling. So what became of the rebels, who sang for you and me? Grapplin’ with their demons in the search of liberty. Suffers who suffer all can swim upon the desert, where Avarice have ravaged all, in spite of good intentions. Don’t fill your mouth with Gluttony, for Pride will surely swell, but nothing’s unforgiven in the four corners of Hell. Envy and its evil twin, it crept in bed with slander. Idiots, they gave advice, but Sloth it gave no answer. Anger kills the human soul with bitter tales of Lust, while Pavlov’s Dogs keep chewin’ on the legs they never trust. But it’s the only life we know, blagards to the bone. So don’t wreck yourself, take an honest grip, for there’s more tales beyond the shore. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin’ waves, together undivided but forever we’ll be free. So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we, we’re Seven Drunken Pirates, we’re the Seven Deadly Sins. ~*~*~ ~*Pink Punk Pirate*~ Proud Satanist, an Artist A Writer, a Nutcase Your Head Nurse This is Captain Pinkeh, he’s my First Mate
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| metalgurahl | Jan 19 2006, 02:47 PM Post #2 |
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That krayzee Montana guy
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*hugs you* glad you're okay |
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| n3rd qu33n | Jan 19 2006, 09:30 PM Post #3 |
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Why's the rum always gone?
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*hugs back* Thanks... me too o.O And here Shelle was worried about me getting into an accident. XD |
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<center>~*Seven Deadly Sins ~ Flogging Molly*~ So the years rolled by and several died and left us somewhat reelin’. Johnny strummed his tommy gun, left blastin’ through the ceiling. So what became of the rebels, who sang for you and me? Grapplin’ with their demons in the search of liberty. Suffers who suffer all can swim upon the desert, where Avarice have ravaged all, in spite of good intentions. Don’t fill your mouth with Gluttony, for Pride will surely swell, but nothing’s unforgiven in the four corners of Hell. Envy and its evil twin, it crept in bed with slander. Idiots, they gave advice, but Sloth it gave no answer. Anger kills the human soul with bitter tales of Lust, while Pavlov’s Dogs keep chewin’ on the legs they never trust. But it’s the only life we know, blagards to the bone. So don’t wreck yourself, take an honest grip, for there’s more tales beyond the shore. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin’ waves, together undivided but forever we’ll be free. So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we, we’re Seven Drunken Pirates, we’re the Seven Deadly Sins. ~*~*~ ~*Pink Punk Pirate*~ Proud Satanist, an Artist A Writer, a Nutcase Your Head Nurse This is Captain Pinkeh, he’s my First Mate
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| Kiernen | Jan 19 2006, 09:47 PM Post #4 |
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Argylle Fur Socks of Doooom and Cloroxness!
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Well, at least you had nice cop man! And you didn't miss anything, Bob and his wife are hosting her schools award party tomorrow night so he was cleaning like crazy and had to cancel, too. So mom and I went book shoping! I get to learn about Voodoo priestesses! And you wouldn't get into and accident! That's my job! |
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| n3rd qu33n | Jan 19 2006, 09:58 PM Post #5 |
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Why's the rum always gone?
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Me too! I was worried with the way the dispatcher was acting, that I was gonna get a bastard... o.O lol And you're right, accidents are your job. XD hehe You said it! not me! |
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<center>~*Seven Deadly Sins ~ Flogging Molly*~ So the years rolled by and several died and left us somewhat reelin’. Johnny strummed his tommy gun, left blastin’ through the ceiling. So what became of the rebels, who sang for you and me? Grapplin’ with their demons in the search of liberty. Suffers who suffer all can swim upon the desert, where Avarice have ravaged all, in spite of good intentions. Don’t fill your mouth with Gluttony, for Pride will surely swell, but nothing’s unforgiven in the four corners of Hell. Envy and its evil twin, it crept in bed with slander. Idiots, they gave advice, but Sloth it gave no answer. Anger kills the human soul with bitter tales of Lust, while Pavlov’s Dogs keep chewin’ on the legs they never trust. But it’s the only life we know, blagards to the bone. So don’t wreck yourself, take an honest grip, for there’s more tales beyond the shore. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin’ waves, together undivided but forever we’ll be free. So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we, we’re Seven Drunken Pirates, we’re the Seven Deadly Sins. ~*~*~ ~*Pink Punk Pirate*~ Proud Satanist, an Artist A Writer, a Nutcase Your Head Nurse This is Captain Pinkeh, he’s my First Mate
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| RamenSensei | Jan 20 2006, 01:05 PM Post #6 |
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Bow to your sensei! :o
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I wonder about you driving that car. . .o_o;; Did you manage to get it to work properly after that? |
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| Griffonics | Jan 20 2006, 02:50 PM Post #7 |
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Special like what.
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much hugs and love for the cold amysan. and i can understand the loathing of winter. phat pants and canda dont mix! |
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| n3rd qu33n | Jan 20 2006, 07:13 PM Post #8 |
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Why's the rum always gone?
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Its not MY fault it does this O.O lol The only booboo I pulled was getting it stuck in the damn driveway XD lol Umm... We THINK we've fixed the problem. Now... what I'm about to say is in like... mechanic jargen, so I have no idea what it means, its just what I was told: Because the late model Jeep Cherokees have a closed cooling system, any amount of air inside system will make it overheat. Upon me searching the internet for reasons why my car is ghetto and my mom calling around, we realized there was a crack (a biiig one O.O) in the resivoir tank. We've replaced that with a brand new one straight from the Jeep dealer, so we THINK its better now... I hope so... cuz... I start school Monday o.O lol
Awww! Dankes Caraness :) Yeah... I normally don't mind my pants getting a lil soggy... but not when I'm stranded on the side of the road for like... 4 hours... x_X |
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<center>~*Seven Deadly Sins ~ Flogging Molly*~ So the years rolled by and several died and left us somewhat reelin’. Johnny strummed his tommy gun, left blastin’ through the ceiling. So what became of the rebels, who sang for you and me? Grapplin’ with their demons in the search of liberty. Suffers who suffer all can swim upon the desert, where Avarice have ravaged all, in spite of good intentions. Don’t fill your mouth with Gluttony, for Pride will surely swell, but nothing’s unforgiven in the four corners of Hell. Envy and its evil twin, it crept in bed with slander. Idiots, they gave advice, but Sloth it gave no answer. Anger kills the human soul with bitter tales of Lust, while Pavlov’s Dogs keep chewin’ on the legs they never trust. But it’s the only life we know, blagards to the bone. So don’t wreck yourself, take an honest grip, for there’s more tales beyond the shore. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin’ waves, together undivided but forever we’ll be free. So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we, we’re Seven Drunken Pirates, we’re the Seven Deadly Sins. ~*~*~ ~*Pink Punk Pirate*~ Proud Satanist, an Artist A Writer, a Nutcase Your Head Nurse This is Captain Pinkeh, he’s my First Mate
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| RamenSensei | Jan 21 2006, 03:04 PM Post #9 |
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Bow to your sensei! :o
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Aw, I don't mean I wonder about you. I wonder about the car! I hope that solves the issue. |
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<FONT FACE="Arial"> Bow to your sensei... m(_._)m o(o_-) O </font> <FONT FACE="Webdings"> ß</font>Abbey Minion army [size0](in the works XD): ![]() ![]() ![]() [size0]Minion Army Agenda: [size0] 1. Steal corndogs 2. World Domination 3. Eat corndogs | |
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| n3rd qu33n | Jan 21 2006, 05:30 PM Post #10 |
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Why's the rum always gone?
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Yeah... I worry about the car too... I think it needs to be put out of its misery or something o.O |
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<center>~*Seven Deadly Sins ~ Flogging Molly*~ So the years rolled by and several died and left us somewhat reelin’. Johnny strummed his tommy gun, left blastin’ through the ceiling. So what became of the rebels, who sang for you and me? Grapplin’ with their demons in the search of liberty. Suffers who suffer all can swim upon the desert, where Avarice have ravaged all, in spite of good intentions. Don’t fill your mouth with Gluttony, for Pride will surely swell, but nothing’s unforgiven in the four corners of Hell. Envy and its evil twin, it crept in bed with slander. Idiots, they gave advice, but Sloth it gave no answer. Anger kills the human soul with bitter tales of Lust, while Pavlov’s Dogs keep chewin’ on the legs they never trust. But it’s the only life we know, blagards to the bone. So don’t wreck yourself, take an honest grip, for there’s more tales beyond the shore. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin’ waves, together undivided but forever we’ll be free. So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we, we’re Seven Drunken Pirates, we’re the Seven Deadly Sins. ~*~*~ ~*Pink Punk Pirate*~ Proud Satanist, an Artist A Writer, a Nutcase Your Head Nurse This is Captain Pinkeh, he’s my First Mate
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