TT, WHAT an asshole that DC Patrick is....

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Home of some of the slowest, trashiest cars on the planet. :fishing:

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Actually, they DON'T know what they're missing. I am the "new" Dep. The George Bush Sr. version. The kinder, gentler Dep. I no longer give a shit if guys post misinformation and BS on forums. Since nobody else seems to care, why should I? Now I just smile and nod my head in agreement about Spyderlights, multiple alternators and picturesque descriptions of cars that try and compete wiith the Vette. I've found my inner peace. I now abhor controversy. I am now "Mr. Getalong". I agree with everyone and everything. Someone says the Earth is flat. I say...ABSOLUTELY!! If someone disagrees and says it's pear-shaped, I say EXACTLY RIGHT. I now drive down the middle of the road on every forum. That seems to be exactly what people want, so that's what I give them. This ->
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The end of the world!

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I will give $10 to the first guy who let's me know Dep used a group hug smiley.:nuts:

do I win..do I win??

http://forums.corvetteforum.com/showthread.php?t=2078863

See post #66. Next $10 is yours Howard.


if you read the small print in the contest rules it states dep and his employees or family members are specifically excluded from entering the contest......:harhar:

Your right. Send me your bank account and SS number, and I'll deposit your $10.;)
 
I will give $10 to the first guy who let's me know Dep used a group hug smiley.:nuts:

do I win..do I win??

http://forums.corvetteforum.com/showthread.php?t=2078863

See post #66. Next $10 is yours Howard.


if you read the small print in the contest rules it states dep and his employees or family members are specifically excluded from entering the contest......:harhar:

Your right. Send me your bank account and SS number, and I'll deposit your $10.;)

Jeff, you get that emails and pix I sent???

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You can try all you want...it ain't a-gonna work. I respect ALL you guys (well....except for 2)!!!
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ok ok ok HE did it again.....STOP THAT or I might think you went to the veterinarian and had your nutz clipped (or did Jesse Jackson get you instead of Barack Obama?)...or maybe you got a distemper shot..or worse...YOU turned ghey, or even worse you turned into dep_boy....ok so how do we really know it`s you?? if someone can hack into Hannah Montana`s cell phone maybe (you know who) is posting as you....
 
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I will give $10 to the first guy who let's me know Dep used a group hug smiley.:nuts:

do I win..do I win??

http://forums.corvetteforum.com/showthread.php?t=2078863

See post #66. Next $10 is yours Howard.


if you read the small print in the contest rules it states dep and his employees or family members are specifically excluded from entering the contest......:harhar:

Your right. Send me your bank account and SS number, and I'll deposit your $10.;)

will my credit card number work??
 


if you read the small print in the contest rules it states dep and his employees or family members are specifically excluded from entering the contest......:harhar:

Your right. Send me your bank account and SS number, and I'll deposit your $10.;)

will my credit card number work??

You betcha. Don't forget the 3 digit number on the back.:D
 
You can try all you want...it ain't a-gonna work. I respect ALL you guys (well....except for 2)!!!
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CRABBY OLD MAN

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near
Tampa,
Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They
Found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
Copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to
Posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the
News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental
Health. A slide presentation has also been made
Based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is
now
The author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the
Internet.

Crabby Old Man :hi:

What do you see nurses? ... What do you see?
What are you thinking ... When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ... Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ... With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ... "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ... The things that you do.
And forever is losing ... A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ... Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .. You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten ... With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ... Who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen ... With wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now ... A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ... My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows ... That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide .. And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ... Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me ... To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ... Young of their own.
And I think of the years ... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man ... And nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age ... Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ... Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone ... Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again ... My battered heart swells
I remember the joys .. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living ... Life over again.
I think of the years. All too few ... Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ... That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ... Open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer ... See ... ME !!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person like me who you might
Brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... We will all,
One day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or
touched.
They must be felt by the heart.
God Bless.:goodnight:
 
Okay....enough about me. I am going to be charged with thread hijacking if this continues. And I am NOT going to set out the two people that I alluded to. If you want to know ask redvetracr or Bird IN PM. Don't ask in this thread or the VM police will arrest and crucify you. ;)
 
Two more pictures, and I could get him to rant. However, I consider Mike my friend, and won't do it. (Maybe):bounce:
 

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