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NFS allows you to do your own customization, right? So you don't have to settle for that ugly kit just to get a Cobalt?

Yes, Johnny Cash did SING it.

Haha, the '05 Stanley Cup winners. It's difficult enough to predict a team's success after a regular off-season. With the time off they've had lately, it'd be pretty much impossible to guess. My guess is SI just threw all the teams into a hat and pulled out the Flames.

My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.' Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.' Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.' Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad >From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but, to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said good-bye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong." He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.' I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I come away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name! Shel Silverstein kicks ass.

If I ever got rich enough, I'd take a Ferrari and give it a custom body to look like a Fiero.

whoah, that's deep . . .

But seeing the idiotic extremes some people go to when dealing with the issue of homosexuality, God must have a pretty twisted sense of humor.

I'm surprised it took this long for someone to mention Mr. Kinsey and his scale. 'Tis a very nifty tool indeed.

Nice sig you got there. Funny you should choose a 1970 Boss 302 for that picture, though. http://www.cheersandgears.com/public/style_emoticons//AH-HA_wink.gif

I think the wheels on the concept were infinitely better, but the rest of the car is pure sex on wheels. Aston Martins have the purest proportions of any car being built today.

Poor wording all around, but the last one is the closest to my own personal views. While I do aspire to own a GM someday (namely Corvette) I don't think I can ever call myself a GM enthusiast, especially when compared to some of you guys. I'm a fan of cars in general, not cars in General.

Dodge Caravan. with those fold-flat rear seats, you could make a complete love nest in the back of one. B) Or an older car. I always did admire the size of the back seats in old muscle cars.

Haha, I've always thought that car rags had developed "3-series syndrome," the disease where they reviewed every car as if it were a direct competetor with the little Bimmer. The 5 works too, perhaps better, since they always bitch about lack of space.

Wait...are you saying every car shouldn't be everything to everyone? :o

Do you have any idea how bad poverty for the elderly was before social security?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Juliana Theory kicked ass. As did the band who played before them, Lovedrug. If you haven't heard of them, check them out. They're definitely worth a listen.

Let's see: I went to see My American Heart and Paramore a few weeks ago, I'm seeing The Juliana Theory tomorrow night, Jump Little Children next Friday night, and on November 5, my friend and I are road tripping to Baltimore to see Coheed and Cambria. One of the perks of going to school in a great college town is that we get a ton of good, if lesser-known bands giving concerts nearby for a pretty low price.

Hi, my name is James. I am a 6' 0", 170 lb male I have long brown hair and blue-green eyes which vary in color depending on my mood and clothing at the time. I enjoy seeking out new types of music, reading, practicing to not suck at bass guitar, driving my car, talking about cars until people get annoyed, and most of all, spending time with my merry band of misfit friends. My favorite food is usually whatever is in front of me at a given time. I'm looking for a 5'10" female with brown eyes and brown hair who radiates goofiness and with whom I can talk about anything. Wait...I think I've already found one. ^_^

Get a Civic or Jetta. Then you could be like every other girl on campus. But out of those choices, Grand Am.

Oh, I still do that. For me to know someone's car and not their name isn't terribly uncommon. And when I was little, the first car I remember ever truly falling in love with was the 4th gen Camaro. I thought it was just so sleek and mean looking, and absolutely loved how the rear spoiler was so smoothly integrated into the design of the car, unlike anything else i'd seen. For the longest time, my dream car was a dark green Z/28. I have others now that I like more, but it'll always hold a special place in my heart as my first love.

True, but if those models were judged the same way as the GM compacts, wouldn't the top 4 have been the same truck, counting the extended and regular cab models as separate? Maybe the top 6, if you counted the Ranger stepside models?

So 7/10 are the same truck and the "sports car" section doesn't have a single sports car in it. Something just doesn't seem right here.

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Or regrettable sexual escapades . . .