Is this what its like to be addicted to crack?
Jun 9, 2006 | 12:38 PM
#21
Originally Posted by TG02Z71
Man....you need help!!!
F-it just give in to it and buy the supercharged, nitrous injected, twin turbo, slammed, 4l80 equiped, brembo braked, pirelli shod, custom painted, hood scooped, window tinted, color matched handled, 5000 watt stereod, chick magnet you need, and it will all be over!!!!
Great post.
F-it just give in to it and buy the supercharged, nitrous injected, twin turbo, slammed, 4l80 equiped, brembo braked, pirelli shod, custom painted, hood scooped, window tinted, color matched handled, 5000 watt stereod, chick magnet you need, and it will all be over!!!!
Great post.
Jun 9, 2006 | 12:42 PM
#22
Originally Posted by SSlow 4.8
why does it seem like a majority of the married folk on this site get **** from their spouse when buying parts for the truck/car whatever... and there isnt much said when they spend $60 on a pair of pants.. or $150 on shoes??
Jun 12, 2006 | 07:56 AM
#23
Originally Posted by thunder550
Not even married folk - my GF gives me **** all the time! Mostly when I avoid going to the grocery store and start to run out of essentails because I already spent all my money or am planning on spending all of it on the truck, but hey, since when is toilet paper more important than a new toy?
but no you're right, my gf will give me **** as well from time to time
Jun 12, 2006 | 11:14 AM
#24
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From: Behind the TIG welder
Originally Posted by kiserhd
Ok so I have been laying low and trying to stay away from this site because
the more I read on here, the more money I try to hide from the wifey so I
can fund my addiction. I was clean for about a week then she kept asking me
"What do you want for fathers day? Do you want something for your truck?"
And the world starts spinning... I'm sweating. I try walking to the
bathroom turn a corner and start fishtailing and hear tires squealing.
Splash a little water on my face. Ok, I'm good. I need to save money for
the house we're looking at buying, down payment, closing costs, etc. I tell
her I dont know what I want for fathers day, and not to worry about it. Then she starts asking "Well, what about your birthday." Luckily my 3 month old started crying because he was hungry and I started feeding him to take my mind off the truck. I make it to bed and all is well. Until I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from being chased by a polished radix demon. I head for the kitchen and I'm downshifting by the time I get to the fridge. The rest of the night was a bit hazy but my neighbor was complaining to me the next day at work about me sitting in my truck at 2 in the morning just revving it up. I think I need to seek counseling.
the more I read on here, the more money I try to hide from the wifey so I
can fund my addiction. I was clean for about a week then she kept asking me
"What do you want for fathers day? Do you want something for your truck?"
And the world starts spinning... I'm sweating. I try walking to the
bathroom turn a corner and start fishtailing and hear tires squealing.
Splash a little water on my face. Ok, I'm good. I need to save money for
the house we're looking at buying, down payment, closing costs, etc. I tell
her I dont know what I want for fathers day, and not to worry about it. Then she starts asking "Well, what about your birthday." Luckily my 3 month old started crying because he was hungry and I started feeding him to take my mind off the truck. I make it to bed and all is well. Until I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from being chased by a polished radix demon. I head for the kitchen and I'm downshifting by the time I get to the fridge. The rest of the night was a bit hazy but my neighbor was complaining to me the next day at work about me sitting in my truck at 2 in the morning just revving it up. I think I need to seek counseling.
You could keep your moding a secret... there are a few people here that could help you out in that department! lol
Jun 12, 2006 | 10:08 PM
#25
Man, that's some funny ****! My wife completely understands my addiction, but also has a grip on reality and knows when to say when (which I don't 
) I'm willing to eat beans for a year to buy new parts...I'll give blood if it'll help pay for a tank of premium fuel, but she's wise to that. And now with baby on the way, I've got to be really slick to buy truck parts and still make wifey understand that there's still cash for diapers.
Since I know my "boys can swim", maybe I can make a few extra bucks by making a few deposits in the sperm bank Wonder if I can sell a few quarts of blood and a few viles of my Creamy Italian in the same day...then I can go straight to the nearest speed shop (once the head rush wears off lol)
) I'm willing to eat beans for a year to buy new parts...I'll give blood if it'll help pay for a tank of premium fuel, but she's wise to that. And now with baby on the way, I've got to be really slick to buy truck parts and still make wifey understand that there's still cash for diapers. Since I know my "boys can swim", maybe I can make a few extra bucks by making a few deposits in the sperm bank
Wonder if I can sell a few quarts of blood and a few viles of my Creamy Italian in the same day...then I can go straight to the nearest speed shop (once the head rush wears off lol)
Jun 12, 2006 | 11:05 PM
#26
You guys are hilarious!!! Im glad i dont have a GF and not married, i live at home with mom and pop. I think its worse though.. everything has to be sneaky since i bought the truck from my mom, They have no idea what EFI Live is, or what the little blue bottle(5lb) or the big gray bottle (20lb) is that is rolling around under my back seat. and the nice bright braided SS line is goin from the pressure port on the fuel rail is.. the solenoids are hidden,
My dad bout freaked when he saw the stock mech fan and shrouds on the back porch, (installed LS1 fans)
I hammered on the gas gettin on the interstate one day when my mom was in the truck... she had a puzzled look on her face and asked what i did to the truck....
.... She said it was never that fast when she drove it for 2 years. they still think it cuts off at 98mph.. hehe
i caught a bunch of crap when i went through 2 rear sets of all terrian tires in 10k miles......defective?? i think??
But i got a buddy that has a nice shop that we do all our moddin in, they own a 1500acre farm.. and his dad used to do all the 56chevy modding and street racing, so every time i back into their shop he starts grinning... i took him for a ride when it was bone stock, in 2months he is due for another ride with a whole bunch of modds.... even giggly gas. maybe just mabye a bump stick?
My dad bout freaked when he saw the stock mech fan and shrouds on the back porch, (installed LS1 fans)
I hammered on the gas gettin on the interstate one day when my mom was in the truck... she had a puzzled look on her face and asked what i did to the truck....
.... She said it was never that fast when she drove it for 2 years. they still think it cuts off at 98mph.. hehe i caught a bunch of crap when i went through 2 rear sets of all terrian tires in 10k miles......defective?? i think??
But i got a buddy that has a nice shop that we do all our moddin in, they own a 1500acre farm.. and his dad used to do all the 56chevy modding and street racing, so every time i back into their shop he starts grinning... i took him for a ride when it was bone stock, in 2months he is due for another ride with a whole bunch of modds.... even giggly gas. maybe just mabye a bump stick?
Jun 13, 2006 | 09:02 PM
#27
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Update: I'm not modding for a while because I'm hoarding for a transmission, however, I think my addiction has turned for the worse.
Woke up on monday morning feeling like I didnt sleep a wink, luckily I had the day off. But I decided to hit the gym up at 10 instead of noon so I could take the wife and kids out for lunch. Jump in the truck and crank it up. I'm expecting my usual mellow exhaust note but I am startled by a loud roar. "WTF," I ask myself. I look under the truck.... get up scratch my head. My neighbor yells at me from inside his front door, "Ok, seriously, we all know your truck is loud, enough already." Before I have a chance to ask him whats going on he slams the door. So I go to the gym, work out, drive back home and my wife is giving me one of those, Ok who is she looks. I'm automaticly on the defense. "What? I was at the gym with Chris, I told you." the wife replies "Thats not what I'm mad about... what was up with you last night?" again I'm like "WTF?" she explains how I left in the middle of "relations" went down stairs and didn't come back until after she fell asleep. (I'm sure everyone knows how long it takes for a pissed off wife to give up and go to sleep). Anyways she starts yelling at me.... "I can't believe you.... truck more important.... all night.... muffler in the bed.... sheets ruined...." I dont remember everything she said. I hearing my truck revving up with open headers over her voice. she continued "....then I wake up and have a greasy hand print on my A$$... are you listen... VROOM vroom.... to anythin.... Blut blut blut..." So basically monday afternoon sucked so incredibly bad. I ended up spending a tank of premium on a Vera Bradly Diaper bag that matched her purse. Atleast on the plus side my truck is so annoyingly loud she wont even ask if she can drive it.
Woke up on monday morning feeling like I didnt sleep a wink, luckily I had the day off. But I decided to hit the gym up at 10 instead of noon so I could take the wife and kids out for lunch. Jump in the truck and crank it up. I'm expecting my usual mellow exhaust note but I am startled by a loud roar. "WTF," I ask myself. I look under the truck.... get up scratch my head. My neighbor yells at me from inside his front door, "Ok, seriously, we all know your truck is loud, enough already." Before I have a chance to ask him whats going on he slams the door. So I go to the gym, work out, drive back home and my wife is giving me one of those, Ok who is she looks. I'm automaticly on the defense. "What? I was at the gym with Chris, I told you." the wife replies "Thats not what I'm mad about... what was up with you last night?" again I'm like "WTF?" she explains how I left in the middle of "relations" went down stairs and didn't come back until after she fell asleep. (I'm sure everyone knows how long it takes for a pissed off wife to give up and go to sleep). Anyways she starts yelling at me.... "I can't believe you.... truck more important.... all night.... muffler in the bed.... sheets ruined...." I dont remember everything she said. I hearing my truck revving up with open headers over her voice. she continued "....then I wake up and have a greasy hand print on my A$$... are you listen... VROOM vroom.... to anythin.... Blut blut blut..." So basically monday afternoon sucked so incredibly bad. I ended up spending a tank of premium on a Vera Bradly Diaper bag that matched her purse. Atleast on the plus side my truck is so annoyingly loud she wont even ask if she can drive it.
Jun 13, 2006 | 09:08 PM
#28
Originally Posted by Wilde Racing
LMAO! Thanks for posting this
You could keep your moding a secret... there are a few people here that could help you out in that department! lol
You could keep your moding a secret... there are a few people here that could help you out in that department! lol
REALLY!!!
