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suprahero said:
You have two girls...I am truly sorry man.
Just wait and see what happens when they turn 13-14....hope you have a large gauge shotgun
Originally Posted by gafu mazda
Ok,so I work at a Ford Dealership,and we have this "special"Mustang done here at our shop.For those of you who follow the show scene,it has a full Cervinis body kit,with side exhaust,etc.We sold the car last Saturday,to an owner of a huge company here in Jersey and he traded his vintage Mustang in.Long story short,his new Mustang got delievered to his home,and his 2 sons(13&15)were waiting to see the car.The car gets there and one has a video camera,the other(13 year old) gets in the car.He starts revving the crap out the car,puts the clutch in revs some more,puts it in gear,revs it and lets go of the clutch........Well,needless to say,the car goes nuts,he starts squealing out in the driveway,INTO the garage,knocking out the wall INSIDE the garage...
Ok,so I work at a Ford Dealership,and we have this "special"Mustang done here at our shop.For those of you who follow the show scene,it has a full Cervinis body kit,with side exhaust,etc.We sold the car last Saturday,to an owner of a huge company here in Jersey and he traded his vintage Mustang in.Long story short,his new Mustang got delievered to his home,and his 2 sons(13&15)were waiting to see the car.The car gets there and one has a video camera,the other(13 year old) gets in the car.He starts revving the crap out the car,puts the clutch in revs some more,puts it in gear,revs it and lets go of the clutch........Well,needless to say,the car goes nuts,he starts squealing out in the driveway,INTO the garage,knocking out the wall INSIDE the garage...
JustAnotherVictim
Supramania Contributor
:biglaugh:jdub said:You have two girls...I am truly sorry man.
Just wait and see what happens when they turn 13-14....hope you have a large gauge shotgun
jdub said:You have two girls...I am truly sorry man.
Just wait and see what happens when they turn 13-14....hope you have a large gauge shotgun
I have a ten year old that thinks she's thirteen now, and a five year old that is definately daddy's little girl. I would give up my supra if I could stop time and keep them at this age, but I can't. I'm definately in the market for a shotgun, but as of now I don't have one. I have a bow, and two pellet guns though. Their alot quieter and just as deadly from close range...............
JAV, don't you get any ideas......................:biglaugh:
JustAnotherVictim
Supramania Contributor
Jay - But a shotgun is so much more effective and you can be cleaning it when "company" comes over to visit your daughter :naughty:
My daughter is 15...going on 21 (at least she thinks so). I've got something to help ya out:
"Ten Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter"
Some thoughtful information for those who are daughters, were daughters,
have daughters, intend to have daughters, or intend to date a daughter.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering
a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at
her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot
keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your
age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off
their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends
are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this
issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your
underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object.
However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off
during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric
nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without
utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate:
when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about
sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The
only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to
have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from
you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities
to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my
daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will
continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make
her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to
appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want
to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is
putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden
Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful,
like change the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my
daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a
wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within
eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing,
holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm
enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or
anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to
her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be
avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.
Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding,
middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter,
I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where
you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five
acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to
mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a
rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the
voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to
bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should
exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password,
announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely
and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside.
The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
My daughter is 15...going on 21 (at least she thinks so). I've got something to help ya out:
"Ten Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter"
Some thoughtful information for those who are daughters, were daughters,
have daughters, intend to have daughters, or intend to date a daughter.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering
a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at
her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot
keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your
age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off
their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends
are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this
issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your
underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object.
However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off
during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric
nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without
utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate:
when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about
sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The
only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to
have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from
you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities
to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my
daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will
continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make
her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to
appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want
to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is
putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden
Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful,
like change the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my
daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a
wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within
eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing,
holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm
enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or
anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to
her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be
avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.
Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding,
middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter,
I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where
you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five
acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to
mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a
rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the
voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to
bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should
exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password,
announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely
and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside.
The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
damn jdub... with those kind of rules, your daughter is sure to rebel and hide absolutely everything from you... trust me i know,:evil2: i live in utah... and I know TONS of girls that went from first kiss to bye bye virginity in under 2 months...... study psycology... people are more likely to do something if there are strict rules against it, then if they are told they can, people hate being told what they can and cant do. one of my roomates has been with his girlfriend for 2 years and their parents know each other well, and both sides told them they should be having sex (awkward i know) but they haven't still to this day.... i may be young, but IMO it is much better to be easy going and friendly to your children and their friends and stay involved in their life then to be feared. my parents never tried with me and i swear to god they know nothing about me other than that im obbsessed with cars.....
anyways thats that back on topic... that kid is a total dumb ass and prolly got his ass beat into next week for that.... it was in nuetral when he started it and then put it in to gear :aigo: you've gotta have some brains, dont you?
anyways thats that back on topic... that kid is a total dumb ass and prolly got his ass beat into next week for that.... it was in nuetral when he started it and then put it in to gear :aigo: you've gotta have some brains, dont you?
I'm guessing the car has the clutch safety switch?? (i.e. car won't start w/out the clutch depressed)...just like the Supra has? I think the car was in first gear, he pushed the clutch in to start it, and thinking that nothing would happen, he let his foot off of the clutch, and when the car leaped forward, he went to push the brake, but pushed the gas instead...so...yea.
Anyway, that kid is an assclown.
Anyway, that kid is an assclown.
Boostadikt - It was a joke sent to me sometime back. I was just pullin Jay's chain.
I actually have a very good relationship with both my kids, but they do know my limits and those limits are reasonable. Teenagers are going to keep things from their parents, regardless...just the way it is. I feel it important to teach them basic right and wrong and to respect those around them...treat others like you would like to be treated. They're doing good...I'm actually very lucky :icon_bigg
I actually have a very good relationship with both my kids, but they do know my limits and those limits are reasonable. Teenagers are going to keep things from their parents, regardless...just the way it is. I feel it important to teach them basic right and wrong and to respect those around them...treat others like you would like to be treated. They're doing good...I'm actually very lucky :icon_bigg