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15 hours ago, Pat Riot said:

After that stupid show went off air these Chargers and Road Runners all disappeared. 
They may have been scrapped for all I know. 

I read a story years ago, guy contacted the producers of the show to see what happened to all those cars. I think he belonged to a Mopar collectors group, they were in a  back lot/ junk yard and the producers wanted to get rid of them. They either gave them to the members of the club , or sold them for a song, gave them a certificate of authenticity, and made them promise to never charge any one to see the cars. Author said most of the cars were so badly wrecked they were not salvageable, but being first he got a good one.  

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5 hours ago, Crooked River Pete, SASS 43485 said:

I read a story years ago, guy contacted the producers of the show to see what happened to all those cars. I think he belonged to a Mopar collectors group, they were in a  back lot/ junk yard and the producers wanted to get rid of them. They either gave them to the members of the club , or sold them for a song, gave them a certificate of authenticity, and made them promise to never charge any one to see the cars. Author said most of the cars were so badly wrecked they were not salvageable, but being first he got a good one.  

Thank you. At least now I know they weren’t scrapped. I appreciate it. 

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There's a thread about dunking Oreos. And three or four people said they felt the urge for a tall glass of cold milk and some Oreos.

 

Me - I want some of these.

 

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2 minutes ago, Crooked River Pete, SASS 43485 said:

Dads Against Daughters Dating?

The Original Ten Rules for dating my Daughter:

 

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: you may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: When it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Now go, and have a nice time…

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The simple answer to all of this, though it is a golden oldie, is to train your daughter to be a fierce creature who knows what is right, and is trained with weapons and in several martial arts.  Reduces parental anxiety, with all of the rest still in reserve.

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She should've added dumbass;)

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2 hours ago, Father Kit Cool Gun Garth said:

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Probably because of us most lots are now filled with parking stops. I learned the same way, still put a car into a power pole later and yet another into the side of a mountain.

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43 minutes ago, Alpo said:

Toner cartridge exploded?

 

 

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Probably.

That stuff is incredible. It’s so fine it gets everywhere. Months from now they’ll be finding the stuff in the strangest places. 
I’ll bet that guy had to take at least 3 showers to get most of it off. His clothes are trash. 
How do I know?

A knucklehead I used to work with did something similar. It wouldn’t have happened if he would have read the instructions that came on the toner cartridge. 
Another mistake Idiot Boy made was trying to clean the $20,000 copier off with some window cleaner. That didn’t work so he tried a degreaser. The Ivory white Xerox machine became blackened all over the front. It couldn’t be removed. 
Believe it or not he got promoted later on to a manager position in QA. The guy was a true dipstick. 

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