Random thought thread!

Acid · 2010-04-25T10:39:32.000Z

Omniscia, if you find someone doing that repeatedly at around the same time of day, call the police and tip them. I did that once to an asshole who’d blow through my then-gf’s complex, in a red Mustang, every fucking day at 7:30 AM give or take.

Within two days, a cop was waiting and he got pulled over–and I happened to be there watching out the window. I don’t know what the cop found, but the offender was escorted into the back of the cruiser and his precious red Mustang got towed!

Fussbett · 2010-04-25T12:54:03.000Z

Snitch.

Acid · 2010-04-25T12:58:42.000Z

And I’d do it again. Hate muscle car fuckers.

Munky · 2010-04-25T15:27:21.000Z

Acid:

And I’d do it again. Hate muscle car fuckers.

That’s a Rule 34 I’d rather not have found out about.

Fussbett · 2010-04-25T18:43:43.000Z

Let this be a warning to everyone in Farmington driving to work in their precious $30,000 American car: Grandma is watching you. (Safely from a distance through the blinds.)

Aeroplane · 2010-04-25T18:46:11.000Z

Does anybody else call them “second joints”?

Bad_Neighbor · 2010-04-25T19:40:11.000Z

Fussbett is pro-vehicular homicide.

Acid · 2010-04-26T06:17:24.000Z

I’m pro-safe children in residential neighborhoods. If I could do it without getting arrested, I’d throw rocks at the windshields of drivers speeding in tracts.

Edit: Y’know, if you want to drive like a moron speed freak, that’s fine. Do it on the freeways, do it on the Autobahn, do it in Montana where some roads don’t have speed limits.

If you drive like an overly-Red-Bulled fuckwit where my kids play, though, I’ll rip out your fucking soul.

Fussbett · 2010-04-26T09:23:31.000Z

Acid:

If you drive like an overly-Red-Bulled fuckwit where my kids play, though, I’ll rip out your fucking soul.

Well, actually you’ll call the police, and watch from a distance through the window.

It sucks that you have to patrol the streets on your own like a modern day Paul “Death Wish” Kersey and the law doesn’t let you throw your justice rocks at cars (who’s to blame for this? The founding fathers would’ve let you do it). Hopefully one day you’ll be relieved of duty by radar cameras on every street and you can retire your Speed Monitor sash.

Until then, ever vigilant, ready to rip out souls (call the police (snitch)).

Acid · 2010-04-26T09:30:41.000Z

So you are defending speeding like a coked up dork through places where children play?

Just getting everything straight here. Please, be specific.

Demon_G_Sides · 2010-04-26T09:36:14.000Z

My step-dad, in one night of drunken chivalry, decided that he had had enough with the stupid kids riding their crotch rockets unnecessarily fast up our side street. Now I come from a town that only has about 2,000 people in the village, 4,000 in the town, total. This side street is about a quarter of a mile, and always has cars on the side of the street. It’s a small town, with a small town community; we look out for each other, and the cops are all of our friends.

So, my step-dad, after one too many, decides that tonight is the night the bullshit ends. He goes inside as one of these motorcycle hooligans revs up and down the street, wooping and hollering. As the kid turns around at our end of the street, my step-dad walks out. A little information on my step-dad; He’s about 6’1’’, a solidly built man of 200 lbs. He was a former pitcher for the Oneonta Yankees, as well as the Prince William Yankees, and was attempted to be recruited for the Pirates right out of high school. The man has impressive arms for a father of 4 living in a rural community, working for the local car dealership as the head parts manager. He also does not fuck around when he’s got his mind set on something.

The kid revs up his engine and guns it down the street. He was almost too late to see the bat as it swung outwards from my step-dad, but the kid saw at the last second and nearly wiped out trying to dodge the attack. He steadied himself and ended down at a house down the street, freaking out, cursing, yelling at my step-dad. He threw his helmet into the ground and got off his bike, and began to walk towards the group of us now on our lawn.

My Step-dad simply points the bat at the kid, a look of pure malevolence boring holes into the youngster’s soul. He tries to come off cool and say it’s not worth his time, but he runs inside. Afterward, my dad made a home-made spike strip for the next time those bikers came up our street.

We’ve yet to see another motorcyclist speed down our street.

Acid · 2010-04-26T09:37:09.000Z

HERO.

Fussbett · 2010-04-26T11:38:48.000Z

Drunken step-fathers doing stupid things with minor league arms that belie their rural car dealer surroundings are certainly role models for us all. Maybe one day people will idolize the Window Snitch too.

Tortilla · 2010-04-26T11:42:38.000Z

Demon G Sides:

My step-dad, in one night of drunken chivalry, decided that he had had enough with the stupid kids riding their crotch rockets unnecessarily fast up our side street. Now I come from a town that only has about 2,000 people in the village, 4,000 in the town, total. This side street is about a quarter of a mile, and always has cars on the side of the street. It’s a small town, with a small town community; we look out for each other, and the cops are all of our friends.

So, my step-dad, after one too many, decides that tonight is the night the bullshit ends. He goes inside as one of these motorcycle hooligans revs up and down the street, wooping and hollering. As the kid turns around at our end of the street, my step-dad walks out. A little information on my step-dad; He’s about 6’1’’, a solidly built man of 200 lbs. He was a former pitcher for the Oneonta Yankees, as well as the Prince William Yankees, and was attempted to be recruited for the Pirates right out of high school. The man has impressive arms for a father of 4 living in a rural community, working for the local car dealership as the head parts manager. He also does not fuck around when he’s got his mind set on something.

The kid revs up his engine and guns it down the street. He was almost too late to see the bat as it swung outwards from my step-dad, but the kid saw at the last second and nearly wiped out trying to dodge the attack. He steadied himself and ended down at a house down the street, freaking out, cursing, yelling at my step-dad. He threw his helmet into the ground and got off his bike, and began to walk towards the group of us now on our lawn.

My Step-dad simply points the bat at the kid, a look of pure malevolence boring holes into the youngster’s soul. He tries to come off cool and say it’s not worth his time, but he runs inside. Afterward, my dad made a home-made spike strip for the next time those bikers came up our street.

We’ve yet to see another motorcyclist speed down our street.

I sincerely hope there are some legal repercussions for going all vigilante.

Mightynute · 2010-04-26T12:53:08.000Z

Fussbett:

Maybe one day people will idolize the Window Snitch too.

Wow. It’s like all the asshole of Jackstar, with half the relevance!

Thanks, Diet Jackstar!

Acid · 2010-04-26T14:48:29.000Z

Welcome to the killfile, troll. Or dick. Whichever, it’s glad to have you.

BrianRubin · 2010-04-26T14:54:08.000Z

Acid:

Welcome to the killfile, troll. Or dick. Whichever, it’s glad to have you.

Who are you referring to?

Acid · 2010-04-26T15:16:57.000Z

Fuss–whatever. The troll/dick/speedfreak/assmunch.

BrianRubin · 2010-04-26T15:18:03.000Z

looks up at Fussbett’s post Ooooooooohhh…yeah…wooooow…

NoWayJose · 2010-04-26T15:26:49.000Z

Acid:

Fuss–whatever. The troll/dick/speedfreak/assmunch.

Consider yourself hidden from, FussWhatever. Next time you see some blinds as you’re speedfreaking by, rest assured Acid’s probably hiding behind them.