h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Nobody should have to drive on roads infested with school buses, ever.

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Target practice anyone?

You sound like someone else I've seen around here... Do you know Avenging Washcloth?

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Some Pennsyweenians are more difficult to taunt than others.

Ooops. Misspelt Pennsylweenia.

Gosh, you've been reading up on Avenging pretty well... that was a wicked imitation if i've ever seen one.

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Why would anyone in their right mind want to be a washcloth? You could end up with your face in someone's armpit.

::belch::

2 can play at that game...

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ROFL

At least I'm a single digit.

::breaks wind::

::it was frozen anyway, and brittle::

Eh... I was wxndering if you'd notice... I would have made my self one of my favorite numbers, seven or forty two, but they weren't in order. ah well.

Yours may be a "single digit" but mine only is spelt with 3 letters, yours has 4

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I notice everything if I squint real hard. I'm a little nearsighted, but I still passed the vision test for my driver's licence without glasses. A couple lucky guesses.

I still don't know how I passed my test. Here in A-mish country you can't even hope of passing the test if you can't parallel park. And I only practiced three times before, with out much success. And lo and behold, I did it perfectly... I pulled up correctly put 'er in reverse, twisted the car in, felt the back tire gently nudge the curb, eased 'er forward, and centered myself. I aced the paralell parking on my first try! Yea! But anywho...

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Yep. Here in **** they call it a manueaverability test. Same thing. I couldn't do it at all during the practice session the night before... mostly due to being whacked out on cold medication. The day of the test I aced it too. I can get my car out of any tight spot... I just need an inch or two to work with. It scares people who can't do it... they look on in horror.

That's maneuverability. Forgot to look it up before I posted.

I don't even want to try to get my car out of tight spots. I figure that if the city can't put in regular parking spaces, they don't need my business.

Speaking of cars, I hate mine. There is something wrong with it. Just about every time I drive it now, it'll work ok, then the "servise engine" light comes on. and everthing still works ok. then it'll either a)flash back off or b)flash the "check oil" light. Then I'm in trouble. When that happens, the acceleration pedal stops making the car go, the breaks stiffen up, sometimes the steering wheel doesn't work well. I have to pull off to the side of the road and restart the car and it'll work fine again. I would take it to a mechanic, except that it is an old car and not worth spending the money on. Plus I'm poor.

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I've driven s**t like that myself. I bought a new car last time... but I'm due for a new one. It could be worse. You could be Amish with a dead horse on your buggy.

We're all relatively poor. I come from a poor white trash family myself.

While my familey isn't white trash... we are, compared to many amerikans, not so well off. My dad works for a mission board, and they don't have exactly top pay. But everything works out fine.

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We aren't exactly white trash either... that's a bit exagerated. My dad was an automobile mechanic and church elder. People at church always assumed he was a lawyer because of the commanding way he carried himself and he always sounded like an extremely well educated man. Actually, he was well educated, but he was self taught. The man read books like most people eat potato chips.

I like books... they're tasty...

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