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Name: Andrew
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 12/12/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm interested in computers, books, philosophy, theology, politics, learning, and much more. I would much rather spend an evening conversing with a cup of coffee debating over the finer points of hitchhiking and the application of the towel.
Expertise: i would have to say that I am an expert at asking the dumb questions. What is an expert really? How does one know that he knows all there is to know about a subject? things like that.
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AIM:  andypax
MSN: sixyearman@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/1/2004
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| Well, I've been on the highway on my own for a little more than two months now and seen quite a bit of the eastern united states. Lots of good stories, too bad that I dont have access to a computer when they happen. I got my truck with only 368,000 miles on it, and since december 7th, I've brought it up to 410.000. I figure 42,000 miles in two months isnt too bad. Could be better but not bad.
So I have this friend. This friend of mine decided to move to florida to drive a race car for his grandfather. Oddly, when i got back this week, I find his car in my parking spot, locked, and largely unmovable without towing. What do I do?????? and what is it with friends of mine and cars??? | | |
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So... i used to have a car of sorts at some point in time... i
think.
Yes, that was it, although it was the americanized version, driver on
the left. The car was my baby, I doctored it through mufflers,
brakes, brakes, brakes, drive shafts, new tires, tie rods, and a few
other things. The car left me with one thing though, and that is
claim to the title of the worlds nicest guy.
I have this friend. He has this car. His car was broken, so
i loaned him my car while I'm watching Kill Bill 2 on his couch, and
falling asleep. Around 2:00 in the morning, he comes back inside
and tells me that my car is in a ditch about 10 miles from town, the
two left tires are trashed and that the rest of the car is pretty
messed up. My response was "thats kinda neat." I took my keys and
walked home.
So now I have no car.
More later!
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