I'm no RACIST! (I'm English.) I hate EVERYBODY equally (& for no apparent reason!) Seriously. I am a lifelong rugby player. Be English, be my age & you will appreciate why I have to "rag" on the Welsh. (Played there plenty of times. NEVER won a single game!) It's all just a manifestation of my jealousy. later......
called the tree removal service,said these two paid for the work,and that they work.
and I replied:
I was prepared to believe the first half of this statement, until I read the second half.
How would the tree removal service know whether or not the two individuals held jobs or not?
Does the conversation go like this: "Hello this is Zeke and Kerry at 123 Blahblah Street, and we need you to come cut one branch out of our tree with a beehive in it. Oh, and by the way, we both have jobs."
Nice try... but you added too much information.
I had no right to imply that he was any less than truthful about calling to check it out. The video showed the number of the tree service, and anybody could have called. I still have trouble with the part about them having jobs, but it is well within the realm of possibility that they paid for this one branch to be cut off the tree. A tree service is probably not run by people who are concerned with the overall privacy of their customers, and as such it is unreasonable for me to assume that R100RS was not telling the truth.
I apologize for that, it wasn't right and I want everyone to know it.
I visited this thread when it started, watched the video, and then days later I see it has 4 pages!? So I have some free time, decide to see what is going on. A Canadian calling someone racist? This thread delivers!
all these years I have been avoiding Star Wars / Star Trek / Renaissence Fairs because I thought they were lame... now I find out that bikini girls show up!!!!
Since you started this whole thread, I find you to blame for everything. I would not have suggested a bet if not for you. Therefore, you owe me some good NA Beer.
A six pack of Caliber, St. Paulie girl NA, or Odouls Amber will be fine.
Thanks,
The committee(of one) who blames you for being deprived my right to free NA Beer.
I LOVED & HATED alcohol. And it loved me right back, to DEATH. A couple of times. So a couple of good NA beers is something I enjoy, not HAFT/NEED to have
For me, it's like having the girl, with-out the deadly STD.
Sorry but the accuracy thing must be taken back...... Oh SNAP!
At 1:09 in this new video, Zeke says, "I'm already famous... now I just need a job so I can make some money."
See for yourself:
Call me what you want, as long as you include "ACCURATE".
EDIT: I'm SO surprised that Zeke is wearing the same shirt... and they're sitting... on the porch... looks like it's about mid day.
It isn't the clearest but Zeke says 'all I need now is a JUG to make some money'. So the question remains are they employed or maybe just independently wealthy? Hmmm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymMBEwtRZOg
since I can't seem to be able to embed today.
'Chump don't want no help, Chump don't get no help'
I'm not sure, but I bet Pwnsor knows; the follow up video I posted came from a cop. I know he doesn't have the up most confidence in cops, but I hope one day we can meet, and I can change his opinion about that. Heck... we are both in Georgia now, so maybe it will happen and I can change his thinking, that most of us actually are good and try our best.
Sorry I just didn't want the thread to die. It's been an interesting read. I followed it from the beginning, and purposely withheld the follow up video for a while to read the reactions. Was that wrong?
This thread really produced more than I ever expected it would.
Johntman, I don't like cops in general, but I have the "utmost" faith in individuals who happen to be cops and do their jobs faithfully as they were sworn to, and not abuse their power. Unfortunately for guys like you, a single turd in the punchbowl ruins the whole party. Thing is, there are a lot of turds in that punchbowl.
When I finally get moved into my new house and settled, I'll be having a little housewarming party, to which all members of this forum will be invited. Cops included.
The jive clip is worth posting, so here it is:
And back on the topic of racism, this magazine was accused of publishing a racist cover, and it was compared to the image seen next to it in the media.
Q. What do you call a sheep tethered to a lamp-post in Cardiff?
A. Local recreation centre.
True story.
I was pulling out of Monmouth, heading back to England one evening when 2 Welshmen came up on the CB on the 19 yacking away. I broke in & politely asked if they'd please clear the channel for others to use & got a tirade of abuse & threats for my pains. So I called them a pair of Baaaastards, as I knew that would wind them up. It sure did, they were going to run me off the road etc etc.
Now the road out of wales is a long uphill drag & I didn't have much weight on, & my baby, at that time, was an old Iveco. However it had a rebuilt & tweaked 17.5 litre V8 twin turbo under the cab pushing out somewhere around 500hp, which was monstrous in those days.
So I lurked in a layby with the lights off til the sheep-shaggers went by in a couple of Volvo F12's. Peeling out behind them, still with no lights on I stormed up the hill skip shifting through the Fuller box with the stacks howling behind the cab.
I caught them a couple of miles later & blew by, simultaneously triggering the air horns & all the lights.
The reaction was superb, more threats & abuse, I just keyed the mike, laughed & went Baaaaa.
A few years back, I was hauling an oversize crane gantry up a grade from Los Angeles to Phoenix with a single pilot car at the rear. Legally, when you're overdimensional within California it's not allowed to exceed 45 mph. It happens all the time, but when going interstate and approaching a border, I tend to toe the line to avoid things like roadside inspections and whatnot.
This particular stretch of highway is a long gradual incline, and drivers heading that way under a heavy load tend to get their speed up well in advance because their pathetic company-owned tractors are governed and just don't have the balls to make up the speed once lost while on such a grade.
So there I am, pilot in tow, doing exactly 45mph and idling along easily in 10th gear and I've got the CB on, channel 7 because that is the channel the pilot uses. Of course he has a sign on his window stating this fact, and as trucks are coming up behind to pass they are often getting the door shut on them by inconsiderate four-wheelers. So every so often, somebody jumps on the channel and comments on the legality (of which they know nothing) of moving the load during heavy traffic periods and sometimes throwing in the odd epithet.
Soon enough, there are four trucks waiting in line behind me, also going 45 mph now because a long line of travel trailers had occupied the hammer lane but were really only going about 50 mph. Not my problem, but the guys behind me were now unable to make the speed to pass me effectively, so I got on 19 and told them that when the lane was clear, to pull out and I would slow down so they could get in front of me.
I did so at the appropriate time, and they went crawling past as I was tooling along now at 35 mph. As the last truck passed me, one of them (I know not which) came back on the CB with something along the lines of "why don't you just park that piece of shit for the night and let real truckers get on with business", or something to that effect.
So I called the pilot on the cell phone, and told him to block for me and stay about 100 feet back. He agreed and I dropped two gears, flipped my ECM switch to "power" mode and hammered the throttle. The turbo let out a hideous whine, the stacks roared like twin tornadoes, I hit the high beams and flipped on my rear flood lights. I'm jumping through the gears like a kangaroo on vacation, and by the time I passed the last of that group of trucks I was doing 85mph, all the while pulling a 75 foot long piece weighing a little over 55,000 pounds. I flipped on the Midnight Special 750 linear amplifier, keyed the microphone and said "what was that son? Maybe you best leave the trucking business up to the men folk, I think I hear your mamma calling you boy!"
I took the lane with authority and as soon as my pilot dropped in behind me, I slowed immediately to 45mph again. By this time their headlights were just dots in my mirror, and every time they tried to squawk on the CB I just crushed them with my amplifier and chanted, "mud duck... mud duck... mud duck..."
Next time I saw them up close I was at the Arizona port of entry, showing my permits to the officers there. They pulled through and I saw one of them rubbernecking at my rig...
Arizona has no such speed restriction, so it's 70mph all the way from this point on. I hopped back out on the highway, and I passed them all again by the time we reached Goodyear, and I made sure to do it at about 95mph so as to rock their cabs a bit, flashed them with my rear floodlights, and got back on the radio, "mud duck... mud duck... driving mamma's truck... mud duck... mud duck..."
Childish, I know... but I'm just a big kid when I'm behind the wheel of my Tonka truck!
I miss her so much, the current owner has her back up for sale now... called me to ask if I knew anybody that wanted her, but alas I just can't afford it.
Ah, well.... good times.
Back on point, everybody remembers Dr Seuss... right?