It's 11pm here... what'd you do this evening?
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Joined: Apr 2006
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From: VaBch, VA
I know what I've been doing. Drinking and drooling. The pic says it all.
Not gonna be installed by Sat... but maybe a good Sunday project.
Not gonna be installed by Sat... but maybe a good Sunday project.
Last edited by samnavy; Aug 1, 2007 at 09:50 PM.
Joined: Jun 2006
Posts: 29,085
Total Cats: 375
From: Republic of Dallas
scored some 550cc injectors, a set of 1.8 street pads and rotors, and a set of track pads, working the hustle on a clutch lsd, lifted big, ate big, about to sleep.
Rode my bike around, calculated some gear ratios for my bike (got my speedo correction factor), fixed its backfiring, about to start writing some reports, and going to sleep early so I can review for an ECO100 final.. (ive only showed up for the tests, lets hope it works out) its 10:30pm in the good ole central time
I have completed installing drainage for the garage so that it wont flood anymore. Cleaned most of the junk out and am about ready to power wash the floor to get the dirt out. There is more than enough room to put a car in there now. So I will forgo the dyno day probably so that I can spend the weekend doing the motor swap. Too much stuff to do at home before I go back for summer classes after next week. After doing the work on the garage my mom now wants me to make the foundation for a 10x10 shed they bought. So I have to basically spend all next week doing that :( Remind me to never offer to do any housework ever again because my mom will just keep wanting me to do more.
Went through a rash of email low ball offers on parts. Took some, counter offered some, and some I just told to **** off. Boxed some other sold parts up and put shipping labels on them.
Walked the dog, ate dinner, had sex with a woman, watched 30 minutes of tv, had sex with a woman again, and now I'm composing this piece of ****.
the end.
Walked the dog, ate dinner, had sex with a woman, watched 30 minutes of tv, had sex with a woman again, and now I'm composing this piece of ****.
the end.








I swear it's not my choice. I'm busy looking at a few of my recent datalogs.
