I HATE you all!!
Tell you what ill do, tonight when my wife falls asleep i will take her rin and sell it to you for $20. Then I will accuse her of taking it off because she is having an affair. Then i can move out and spend all my money on my truck, and you get a hel of a deal on a nice ring. Talk abouta win win!!!
this is hilarious... I've tried to use the same tricks.. Don't try and do them to often tho, she will find out! But I spent the money on a ring, and was forced to have NO MODS for a couple months... wow, what a long drought!
Just when you get ready for starting to mod again... the wedding comes.. then all your going to hear is.. "all of your money needs to be put towards the wedding first"
So Spend while you can! then sneak in whatever you can to keep yourself sane! Good Luck!
Just when you get ready for starting to mod again... the wedding comes.. then all your going to hear is.. "all of your money needs to be put towards the wedding first"
So Spend while you can! then sneak in whatever you can to keep yourself sane! Good Luck!
Awsome thread flashmaster! I've sat here laughing at this for the past few minutes but I also have a girl itching for a ring. Fortunately I have college & the truck mods taking most of my funds. This way I have an excuse
this is hilarious... I've tried to use the same tricks.. Don't try and do them to often tho, she will find out! But I spent the money on a ring, and was forced to have NO MODS for a couple months... wow, what a long drought!
Just when you get ready for starting to mod again... the wedding comes.. then all your going to hear is.. "all of your money needs to be put towards the wedding first"
So Spend while you can! then sneak in whatever you can to keep yourself sane! Good Luck!
Just when you get ready for starting to mod again... the wedding comes.. then all your going to hear is.. "all of your money needs to be put towards the wedding first"
So Spend while you can! then sneak in whatever you can to keep yourself sane! Good Luck!
Nice truck, and I LOVE the story...
I have one word of advice... take your username off of you f150online window decal... I've been flip flopping for the last few days on whether to have username on or off...
username on....
GOOD---Cool, pride, when folks see you around town they will recognize you, representing for the forum...
BAD---Sooner or later she will start to put two and two together... type it into the computer, find your profile and your posts... and POOOF all your skeems are done, and likely some penance will have to be paid...
You see... Mine knows that I am on this site, and she knows that I spend SOME money, but most of the mods I have done are "free if you do it yourself" or have been for "50 bucks or so" I also convinced her that the Edge came with the truck when I bought it...
I'm thinking decal without my username, but to each their own.
Welcome to the Ford Truck Owner's Club, and I would love to see how it turns out in the future... Pics of mine before and after are in my profile... You think she'll believe that the Kenwood came with it too?? She hasn't asked yet... soooo I haven't said anything...
I have one word of advice... take your username off of you f150online window decal... I've been flip flopping for the last few days on whether to have username on or off...
username on....
GOOD---Cool, pride, when folks see you around town they will recognize you, representing for the forum...
BAD---Sooner or later she will start to put two and two together... type it into the computer, find your profile and your posts... and POOOF all your skeems are done, and likely some penance will have to be paid...
You see... Mine knows that I am on this site, and she knows that I spend SOME money, but most of the mods I have done are "free if you do it yourself" or have been for "50 bucks or so" I also convinced her that the Edge came with the truck when I bought it...
I'm thinking decal without my username, but to each their own.
Welcome to the Ford Truck Owner's Club, and I would love to see how it turns out in the future... Pics of mine before and after are in my profile... You think she'll believe that the Kenwood came with it too?? She hasn't asked yet... soooo I haven't said anything...
So the story continues, gets a little off track, but comes back to the truck in the end.
A little back story about our beloved protagonist and protagonista (antagonista? time will tell
). Now these two knew each other in high school and were close friends, but due to the fact that they were never single at the same time, never really dated. They became close through college and tried dating during the summers, but never could keep the long distacen thing going. Hence the monicker, dark haired seductress from the past. When they both graduated from grad school and moved back to houston, they quickly fell back into their old ways, and since they were older and more mature (well maybe she is) it seemed only natural.
So what does this have to do with the truck!?!? Stay tuned....
A little back story about our beloved protagonist and protagonista (antagonista? time will tell
). Now these two knew each other in high school and were close friends, but due to the fact that they were never single at the same time, never really dated. They became close through college and tried dating during the summers, but never could keep the long distacen thing going. Hence the monicker, dark haired seductress from the past. When they both graduated from grad school and moved back to houston, they quickly fell back into their old ways, and since they were older and more mature (well maybe she is) it seemed only natural.So what does this have to do with the truck!?!? Stay tuned....
Almost back to the truck, hang on....
So, back in high school, one day our compasionate and kind harded hero is on his way over to her house and sees a small black and white ball of fur hanging out around the neighbors house. Upon closer inspection, it was a small kitten. He knocks on the neighbors door and it is not theirs, nor is it anyones in the neighborhood. Now, our exemplar does not particularly like cats, nor does he hate them, he mostly just nothings them, having grown up with dogs for the majority of his life (current dog is a welsh corgi and kicks @ss!). He takes the kitten over to her house and figures he will just take it to the ASPCA. The woman (a mere girl of 17 at the time) instantly falls in love with the cat and keeps it, calling it "pazza" which is italian for crazy.
So during their fateful reunion, he is excited to hear that pazza is still around, being the only cat he has ever known. But there is another cat, winston. Or as he is known in hell, gatto diavolo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRyK_1g4VWQ
This cat hates our hero for no reason whatsoever. When ever he attempt to pet it, it hisses and tries to scratch him, and insists on throwing up at 3am every night the cat stays at his house. And she wonders why he, in return, does not care for the cat.
TO BE CONTINUED ( the next one will have truck info and pics, I PROMISE)
So, back in high school, one day our compasionate and kind harded hero is on his way over to her house and sees a small black and white ball of fur hanging out around the neighbors house. Upon closer inspection, it was a small kitten. He knocks on the neighbors door and it is not theirs, nor is it anyones in the neighborhood. Now, our exemplar does not particularly like cats, nor does he hate them, he mostly just nothings them, having grown up with dogs for the majority of his life (current dog is a welsh corgi and kicks @ss!). He takes the kitten over to her house and figures he will just take it to the ASPCA. The woman (a mere girl of 17 at the time) instantly falls in love with the cat and keeps it, calling it "pazza" which is italian for crazy.
So during their fateful reunion, he is excited to hear that pazza is still around, being the only cat he has ever known. But there is another cat, winston. Or as he is known in hell, gatto diavolo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRyK_1g4VWQ
This cat hates our hero for no reason whatsoever. When ever he attempt to pet it, it hisses and tries to scratch him, and insists on throwing up at 3am every night the cat stays at his house. And she wonders why he, in return, does not care for the cat.
TO BE CONTINUED ( the next one will have truck info and pics, I PROMISE)
Tieing it all together....
On friday of last week, the lift shackles came in and while the woman was shopping for, and this is a direct quote "super-pretty, light and breezy, easter dress," he decided to install the shackles. All in all, pretty damn easy
The hardest part was to find the right places to jack it up. And this is what it looks like now

Now, I know what your thinks, Flash, why did you tell us ad nauseum about cats and high school and all that jazz. Well, unbunch your panties and continue reading.
Now while working, he encountered a particularly odd angle to try and get to a bolt and as happens when working with stuck bolts and odd angles, the wrench slipped (oh no!) and he ended up with a couple of cuts on his hands.
But nothing too bad and nothing that hadnt happened 20 times over previously. So as he is washing his hands and cleaning the cuts, the cat, winston walks by and hisses at him.
A deviously handsome smile begins to form on the face of our hero. The smile grows and grows, twist and contortshttp://simplyxmas.files.wordpress.co.../12/grinch.jpg
"A cut from the edge of a metal frame doesnt look all that different from a cut from a devil cat," he thinks. And since the woman doesnt know that he was going to work on the truck that day, she will never know
So when the woman gets back, he puts on his saddest face and has bandaged the ever living hell out of his hand.
"Oh, no!!!" she screams. "What did you do to your hand?" As if it was his fault (it was)
"Well, I was trying to befriend your cat since I know how much he means to you, and we were getting along okay until he, out of no where, lost it and scratched the ever living hell out of my hand."
Why she believed that a cats claw would leave a scratch pattern on a hand like the one he had, he would never know. But the cat got thrown in the laundry room for the rest of the night, and our illustrious hero enjoyed a beautiful home-cooked meal while drinking his favorite beer in his favorite lazyboy parked in front of his flat screen and was not bothered or asked to do anything for the entire final four games.
On friday of last week, the lift shackles came in and while the woman was shopping for, and this is a direct quote "super-pretty, light and breezy, easter dress," he decided to install the shackles. All in all, pretty damn easy
The hardest part was to find the right places to jack it up. And this is what it looks like now

Now, I know what your thinks, Flash, why did you tell us ad nauseum about cats and high school and all that jazz. Well, unbunch your panties and continue reading.
Now while working, he encountered a particularly odd angle to try and get to a bolt and as happens when working with stuck bolts and odd angles, the wrench slipped (oh no!) and he ended up with a couple of cuts on his hands.

But nothing too bad and nothing that hadnt happened 20 times over previously. So as he is washing his hands and cleaning the cuts, the cat, winston walks by and hisses at him.
A deviously handsome smile begins to form on the face of our hero. The smile grows and grows, twist and contortshttp://simplyxmas.files.wordpress.co.../12/grinch.jpg
"A cut from the edge of a metal frame doesnt look all that different from a cut from a devil cat," he thinks. And since the woman doesnt know that he was going to work on the truck that day, she will never know

So when the woman gets back, he puts on his saddest face and has bandaged the ever living hell out of his hand.
"Oh, no!!!" she screams. "What did you do to your hand?" As if it was his fault (it was)
"Well, I was trying to befriend your cat since I know how much he means to you, and we were getting along okay until he, out of no where, lost it and scratched the ever living hell out of my hand."
Why she believed that a cats claw would leave a scratch pattern on a hand like the one he had, he would never know. But the cat got thrown in the laundry room for the rest of the night, and our illustrious hero enjoyed a beautiful home-cooked meal while drinking his favorite beer in his favorite lazyboy parked in front of his flat screen and was not bothered or asked to do anything for the entire final four games.





