Theres only one interpretation for that.

 

Who would that be and could we even GET them to sign up on S2ki?

 

^^^^ This whole page so far as been a VERY interesting read.

Maybe those guys were turned off by Angela's scratch-n-sniff fruity toenails.



. . . vent some of that negative energy here. I find it actually works quite effectively despite it's obvious simplicity.

 

Funny, but doesn't really make me feel vented.

 

I never said it would work for everyone.

Just imagine the face as someone you don't like or the bastard who cut you off on the freeway the other day, and it may work better.

 

I wouldn't slap them though....

I'm a bit more violent.

 

The idea came around when my brother and I were in Baraboo WI: the home of the Circus museum. My brother stated that the museum would draw double it's attendance if they had a physical interactive exhibit called "Punch-A-Clown".

Let's face it: we've all, at one time or another, really wanted to lay an iron fist into the face of a clown; sometimes for no reason at all. Almost like we were driven to vent negative energy into the clown and take that burden off our shoulders.

Well, I tried finding a "punch-a-clown" thing on the internet, and one DOES exist, but it really sucks. The "Slap-A-Clown" is sssooooooo much better. It was the best I could find in short notice. And I'm not about to waste a ton of time looking for a better one. It just aint worth it if ya know what I mean.



. . . . I can't find upper door panels for my car.

 

OK... so I don't get pissed about much but this one got me.

Driving to work this morning some asshole in a beat up old Cavalier got in front of me. I noticed my windshield get a little wet. No big deal, dude sprayed and wiped (take that as you will, Pete) and I got the tail end of it.

Go out for lunch today and notice the droplets are still on my windshield. Now, it is 85 degrees plus today... that ish should have evaporated. And then I look closer-- its got a little tint of brown in it. Wipe a little off, rub it between my fingers... its focking MOTOR OIL. This asshole sprayed motor oil all over the entire front end of my freshly washed, rubbing-compunded, waxed and polished S2000 from the tailpipes of his rat-ass Cavalier. I tried to clean the shit just off the windshield and just spread it around so bad that I gave up and let my friend drive to lunch.

I can't believe this piece of shit cavalier was blowing enough oil to not burn all of it and just push it IN LIQUID FORM out the exhaust but that's the only thing that it could be. Unreal, just focking unreal. The one time I really clean the hell out of my car...

 

Believe it! That shit happens way too often around here, and I hate it as well. Dodge all cars with a trail of blue-tinted exhaust!