that right? I said I would not be back on this thread but my wife told me about this so I'm going to call you on it.
Everyone that hates my thread has felt free to quote me and have fun by twisting everything that was said. I've not responded to that.
All of them can edit their own posts at will within what the site allows.
You touch what my wife did of her own accord (I had no knowledge what she did until she told me later) and you can kiss your claim to be "anyone who knows me knows I am a fair minded man" goodbye.
So which is it? I see you bending over to the weight of a few buddies. Your integrity is on the line. Mine is not, no matter what BS is said here. deal with it because I know what I wrote of first hand.
A man's character is judged by the way they treat the most insignificant person in their life. This thread was very useful because it was not only Heffner exposed here in spades.
signed,
someone insignificant to you
who, btw, is laughing not crying. I won't be back on this thread, so if you want my attention you better pm - and that applies to mods only - on this subject. The rest had a chance to ask anything you wanted privately and those that did got an honest answer.
In the famous words of Jason Heffner, "don't be hatin".
My integrity is on the line because of what your wife did? Integrity is relative Barry. Just because I claim to be a fair moderator doesn't mean you're going to think that I am. I got a lot of complaints about what your wife did and the specious manner in which they felt she did it. Before I formed an opinion on what she did my issue was more "how" she was able to do it in the first place. Because she wasn't supposed to be able to. If 100 people complain to me because they can't edit their posts they made a week ago. And I tell them all I'm sorry...those are the rules. And here comes your wife doing it. I don't seem too fair to the 100 people who complained; do I? Moderating isn't a perfect science. To some I'm going to seem fair. To others I'm not going to seem fair. I don't always make the right call. That's why I have fellow moderators. And in this case they all supported editing your wifes post. Kinda rare when we all agree on anything these days too.
Your father and mine must of been separated at birth! Mine always told me the very same thing.
Usually it made a lot of sense but the discussion we were having about genital warts, and he said that, kinda made me feel creepy.
Question: What does the internet and genital warts have in common?
Answer: Nothing. That makes it even more creepy.
Clarl, you are my soulmate. In my case, it was a Z28 that I coveted with the very same passion that you wished for flaming genital blebs. My father warned me that Z28's were high maintenance, probably the same as your father warned you about the extensive care & feeding of genital warts. I didn't listen, and ended up with a Z28 that cost almost every dime of my low part-time teenage job wages.
Please tell me at least one of us listened to our fathers.
Clarl, you are my soulmate. In my case, it was a Z28 that I coveted with the very same passion that you wished for flaming genital blebs. My father warned me that Z28's were high maintenance, probably the same as your father warned you about the extensive care & feeding of genital warts. I didn't listen, and ended up with a Z28 that cost almost every dime of my low part-time teenage job wages.
Please tell me at least one of us listened to our fathers.
That is soooo typical of fathers. One makes sure that the kid goes thru life asking every girl out there he dated if any frogs had been "down there".....and the other makes sure the kid gets a fuckin' cooooooool car and, even though the maintenance on it was high, it never had any warts "down there".
Yea it did. It blew a head gasket at 15k. While it was in the shop being repaired, someone smashed the windshield. About a month after it got fixed I was t-boned by a red-light-runnin' Filipina. About a month after it got fixed it was hit & run in the parking lot of the bowling alley while I innocently bowled with friends inside.
This got my dad started on the "giant albatross" phase of his admonishment. My "you want it bad, you get it bad" car was likened to a giant albatross - a bird of great wingspan and beauty who spends most of it's time grounded in ankle-deep water.
....This got my dad started on the "giant albatross" phase of his admonishment. My "you want it bad, you get it bad" car was likened to a giant albatross - a bird of great wingspan and beauty who spends most of it's time grounded in ankle-deep water.
Yea...but....DAMN....you had a Z28 in the garage. Running or not...I could have gotten sooooo much wartless ptang during those years if I had had one in my garage.
Yea it did. It blew a head gasket at 15k. While it was in the shop being repaired, someone smashed the windshield. About a month after it got fixed I was t-boned by a red-light-runnin' Filipina. About a month after it got fixed it was hit & run in the parking lot of the bowling alley while I innocently bowled with friends inside.
This got my dad started on the "giant albatross" phase of his admonishment. My "you want it bad, you get it bad" car was likened to a giant albatross - a bird of great wingspan and beauty who spends most of it's time grounded in ankle-deep water.
Eric and I were talking about it recently and he gave me huge complex when he told me what an absolute gutless piece of horsepower-lacking shit that era of Camaro was.
He robbed me of great memories of the one time in my life I was cool.
I have owned an Edsel, Delorean, Olds 88 and a VW bus over the years. I know cars. Eric knows words.
And you were very, very cool. And remain to be.
My office chair on carpet is faster than any of those cars, Clark. I bet your electric scooter is too but as with most people's glory days it was all bigger badder faster longer and had more hair, righto?
Regardless of how cool they seemed 20 yrs ago, in 2008 nobody wants to take their friends out to the garage and show off either their genital warts or their 180hp Z28.
deal with it because I know what I wrote of first hand. 
In the famous words of Jason Heffner, "don't be hatin".
