bobby

OMG!!!! you have a vid of that run!?!?!??!?!!

C/Note

thats v farts time slip he can use to impress every one,,,

bobby

whos is it seriouisly

vfast

you know hotnod.....go fuc yourself after saying that sh it.....as for slip this car hasn't been to the strip with the new set up who needs the hassle as 1 run is all I'll get because I don't want a street car with a rol cage.....I did the drag race stuff most of my life..it's boring to me.....I do mostly street stuff..more $$$$$$ no rules..and don't have to put up with idots like yourself who have $$$$ to buy sh it then to work to find hp..funny thing nothotnot..I don't need a sorry *** timeslip to show what I have .. I'm not insecure like yourself....I get for pleasure in when a young or old guy eyes light up when I fix his car or make it fast as hell... as for my wife...that;s a good way to get a vist from me..NO bs on this....and no thats not my wife *** hole....I wouldn't put her pic on here.do I need to post all the pm loking for help?... and what I did huh? helped ya and you pull this sh it...yeah that's why I act like I do.....people like yourself who are inbreed are either to stupid or too f'in lazy to get the answers and want some one to do it for ya....dick head!



boss...I think we bother just missed the boat...I'm cool no problem here....see what I meant as we have lots of internet mechanic that don't even change thier oil or can't for that matter.

bobby

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C/Note

v fart sounds like hes taking lessions from gm killer ,,why dont you go to his house..after all isnt this you and him???

bobby

lmao!!![sm=kissykissy.gif]

vfast

I believe it's a pik of you 2 and you guys ( and I say that lightly) had a lovers quarrel........

vfast

The Twelve Thank You Notes of Christmas


Day 1
Dear hotnod,
Thanks for da bird in the Pear tree. I fixed it las night with dirty rice an' it was delicious. I doan tink the Pear tree would grow in de swamp, so I swapped it for a Satsuma.

Day 2
Dear hotnod,
Your letter said you sent 2 turtle dove, but all I got was 2 scrawny pigeon. Anyway, I mixed them with andouille and made some gumbo out of dem.

Day 3
Dear hotnod,
Why doan you sen me some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darned bird. I gave two of those prissy French chicken to Mrs. Fontenot over at Grand Chenier, and fed the tird one to my dog, Phideaux. Mrs. Fontenot needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.

Day 4
Dear hotnod,
Mon Dieux! I tole you no more of dem bird. Deez four, what you call "calling bird" wuz so noisy you could hear dem all da' way to Lafayette. I used they necks for my crab traps, and fed the rest of dem to the gators.

Day 5
Dear hotsnot,
You finally sent something useful. I liked dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at da' pawn shop in Sulphur and got enough money to fix the shaft on my shrimp boat, and to buy a round for da boys at the Raisin' Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!

Day 6
Dear hatrod,
Couchon! Back to da birds, you big dumb turkey! Poor egg sucking Phideaux is scared to death ah dem six goose. He try to eat they eggs and they pecked the heck out ah his snout. Dem goose are dang good at eating cockroach around da' house, though. I may stuff one ah dem goose with erster dressing to serve him on Christmas Day.

Day 7
Dear turdrod,
I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Ole Boudreaux, da mailman, is ready to kill you, too. The poop from all dem bird is stinkin up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and gonna sue him. I let dem seven swan loose to swim on da bayou and some stupid duck hunter from Mississippi done blasted dem out da water. Talk to you tomorrow.

Day 8
Dear dorkrod,
Poor ole Boudreaux had to make 3 trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids-a-milking & der cows. One of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me. I told dem to get to work gutting fish and sweeping my shack--but dey say it wasn't in their contract. They probably tink they too good to skin all dem nutria I caught las night.

Day 9
Dear hotturd,
What you trying to do? Boudreaux had to borrow da Cameron Ferry to carry these jumping twits you call lords-a-leaping across da bayou. As soon as dey got here dey wanted a tea break and crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says, "Well la di da. You get Chicory coffee or nuthin." Mon Dieux, Emile, what I'm gonna feed all these bozos? They too snooty for fried nutria, and da cow ate up all my turnip green.

Day 10
Dear dickwad,
You got to be out of you mind. If da mailman don't kill you, I will. Today he deliver 10 half nekkid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said they be "ladies dancing" but they doan act like ladies in front of dem Limey sailing boys. Dey almost left after one of them got bit by a water moccasin over by my out- house. I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde (everybody) and get toilet paper rolls. The Sears catalog wasn't good enough for dem hoity toity lords. Talk at you tomorrow.

Day 11
Dear loser,
Where Y'at? Cherio and pip pip. You 11 Pipers Piping arrived today from the House of Blues, second lining as dey got off da boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jumbalaya, finished da whiskey, and we're having a fais-do-do. Da' new mailman drank a bottle of Jack Daniel, and he's having a good old time dancing with the floozies. Da' old mailman done jump off the Moss Bluff Bridge yesterday, screaming you name. If you happen to get a mysterious-looking, ticking package in da mail, don't open it.

Day 12
Dear hotnod,
Me I'm sorry to tell you--but I am not your true love anymore. After the fais-do-do, I talked all da night with Jacque, the head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentlemen's club on the bayou. The floozies--pardon me--ladies dancing can make $20 un hour for dancin', and the lords can be the waiters and valet park da boats. Since da' maids have no more cows to milk, I trained dem to set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, and run my shrimping business. We'll probably gross a million dollars next year.


GM KILLER