Mongo you never replied to my email which is totally unrelated to this thread except for the fact that it has your name on it. making me saddened and down trodden.
No, you can see it exists and you can click on it but you can't go in. Think of it as a country club where someone like me can join and someone like you can mow the lawn. Shit! Should have named it Bushwood!
Shit! For a minute there I was gonna ask if you trailered that thing here. You "locals" and your damn garage queen sub-forum!
There you go, thinking again. What did Mongo tell you about that? It's your. I know, because I attended a semi-prominant University 40+ years ago. I'd post up my grades (we didn't have "report cards" at my intitution of higher learning), but they were reported in analog form only.
sonofa... are you kidding me? stupid fucking yahoo bullshit. sending it again from another email. Try that one.
What kind of bullshit is this going on? After reading through the entirety of the 'locals' thread, I felt despondent, somehow out of sorts and craving the old beeb that provided facts, pics of women, seething resentments, insults, crying jags, and a general feeling of well-being in a neurotic kind of way. Explain or I start bringing long phillips head screwdrivers to the races.
Okay, I feel better already. I got me a license and I could be at Mongo's front hatch in a few short hours of fast driving. Wouldn't it be better to set up an actual mileage calculation instead? Anyway, I got my satellite reconn dialed in on Mongo's estate, it's the next best thing to being there.
