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well, 280zx calipers and rotors don't bolt right up. there's a big fat STICKY at the top of the forum, titled "help! what brakes?" perhaps...you should check it out? you know, just a thought...

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yeah, I also make coprolites on the side that I sell as authentic dinosaur poo

warning for language content, but it's just text http://sacramento.craigslist.org/car/103568792.html and no, I DID NOT SEARCH FOR IT.

had a nice chat with HR. they were concerned about me being pissed off (i wonder why!) I voiced my opinion, I was blunt, and frankly, when I was told to talk to HR in an hour, I cleaned out my cell phone and my PC. I told them why it was a draft rather than a volunteer job, and that next time they need to ask people and get a poll. I told them I could've done a whole lot more for the company instead of moving ****-covered furniture to a dumpster. No write up, still have a job. Of course, this didn't really put a positive aspect on my job security, so I'm sure I'm under the microscope now

I forgot to mention that a lot of women were upset because this was sprung on us as a surprise, and well... you know women. expensive clothes, heels, etc + rat crap and cat urine don't mix

you can't drift a 280zx. they're front wheel drive.

dude, couple of people freaked out when I took out my pocket knife to open up some boxes. My reply was "well, I carry it with me when I'm not at work. Since we're not at the office, it goes with me"

I think I'm going to **** in the suggestion box later today

http://zhome.com/Classic/CommonZRust/RustPrevention240Z.htm

shoot... well, better tell z-dreamer to stop wearing his BRO, and let his titties flop around.

I work for a credit union. The company is run by "yes" people reporting a tard who thinks he is a charismatic leader that likes to deliver long boring monotonous monologues that put people to sleep. The company is trying everything to boost morale and missing the obvious point off "pay people money and they will be happier" Long story short, they decided to to an activity day for Columbus Day. The CU is closed anyway, so they had everyone gather up, gave a briefing about team work, etc etc... and then sprung the surprise on everyone. "Hey everyone! We're going to help out Katrina victims by doing volunteer work!" translation: we got split up into groups and shuttled off to THRIFT STORES to do volunteer work. Last time I checked, volunteering meant *I* wanted to do something to help out, and the word "Draft" followed by "communism" more closely matches the situation. Let's see... First place I got taken to, already pissed off, mind you, was Shepherd's Gate thrift store. Now, herein lie the problems: a. it's associated with organized religion. I told the manager with my group that for my personal reasons, I'm not helping out. b. it's a ******* thrift store. I don't see how volunteering at a thrift store in california helps katrina victims. last I checked, clothes are BOUGHT at thrift stores, not donated. That's what goodwill and salvation army are for. As I found out, thrift stores are commonly used to do community service hours assigned by courts as punishments So I was transferred to another shithole, and I should probably stayed at the first location. The location I arrived at... well, let's see, it was run by a woman missing most of her teeth and had a speech impediment that make Elmer Fudd seem intelligent. The store smelled like cat piss and rat ****, and there was a dead rat in a corner in one room. Our assignment was to basically "feng shui" crap. Yes, ladies and gents, I reiterate that this is a PAID WORK DAY for me. Naturally, I avoided work when I could. Not because I'm squeamish, but because I was "volunteered" to do something I do not believe in. Somehow, the upper management believed this is going to "boost morale" and "improve teamwork!" The assignment was for everyone to learn one positive thing about someone else in their group. I think the unison answer will be "everyone hated this ****" Halfway through I've had it, and called my VP, telling him to call me back. I wanted to tell him that I've had it, I quit, and I need a pick up to be taken back to my car. Right after I left the voicemail (which he never returns, because he's a chickenshit afraid of confrontations), our group went to eat lunch in a local park. A crappy sandwich, bland tasteless "gourmet" potato salad, and a soda. Way to piss me off more. I separated from the rest of the group, and laid in the grass to relax. That didn't last long, we went back in. I did my best to act as a union worker, and avoided labor at all costs, or did a shoddy job of it. Why? because I didn't care. Someone in my group said "well, look at it this way, you're getting paid to do this job a LOT more than people who work here!" To which I promptly replied with "Yeah, but I don't give a rat's *** because it wasn't my choice to be here, and I need a ride back so I can say "screw you" and quit." Then came moment of redemption. The toothless hick came up to me and said "do you want to break down furniture with a sledge hammer? most guys like to do it to get aggression out" My eyes lit up with newfound hope. I was handed a 3 foot long 5 lb axe, which I promptly unleashed onto whatever crap needed to be cut up, broken down, etc. With a lot of anger. Lots and lots of anger. It was rather funny to hear the HR director say "I learned that the only time I saw Alex happy was when he was wielding a huge axe, and that worries me." At some point earlier the woman who ran the crap, er.. thrift store asked me to move 2 ugly pieces of furniture that just arrived. Lost in her wording, I asked "which 2 ugly pieces?" because frankly... I couldn't tell. It was the equivalent of standing in a valet parking lot of Suzuki X90s, Pontiac Azteks, Gremlins, and Arrows and having someone say "can you move the ugly car over there?" I let loose throughout the day. I wouldn't be surprised if I get canned today or later, because frankly, it was an incredibly stupid decision. If I don't get fired, they need to fire the idiot who thought this was a good idea. However, I did learn something else... I learned how two-faced people really are (well, I knew, but this basically showed it completely in the open). Someone working with me was bitching and complaing as much as I have. In the van, being shuttled back, a higher up asked "so, what did you learn, what could be improved?" followed by the same person responding in a completely opposite tone, voicing improvements on the existing hated situation! The answer was "how about NOT doing this. EVER" but it was something along the lines of "oh yeah, maybe we could get a team of volunteers to do this every month!" Pathetic gutless sacks of **** that work here. All of them. Spineless jellyfish who will never ever amount to anything in their lives. People who have 0 ambition to do anything, and have spent 20 years of their lives working the same mundane pointless job, bitch and moan about it, and complain. Why didn't I walk out? I have an opportunity to finish learning some systems that I otherwise would not get to have full control over. As soon as I finish, I'm gone. In fact, back to job search! So yeah, I hope my experience taught you all a lesson

except for that retarded tire stretching asshattery.

lol http://www.shoplaser.com/index.html

turbo one with the turbo motor to match

latest fad of middle aged asian women in california: those visors flip down to completely block the face, and they drive with those things on all hte time. A buddy of mine coined the term 'bukkake shield' for it.

everyone always says "oh, why bother with a 4 banger turbo fwd shitbox when you can take a _________, put in a _______, make more power, more torque, blah blah blah" find me a stock car for 21k that seats 4 comfortably, gets 28-30mpg on freeway, has 7 year/100k warranty, and runs high 13s out of the box?

if you think about it, the oil filter would be the last place a problem would occur because if replaced regularly, it is THE newest part on the car, least prone to failure/clogging

the farting bit is not a reply to you. it's my signature. it gets attached to every post I make, and it's a line from a Bloodhound Gang song. nothing directed at you

no, he is FRYRYC, destroyer of Oglob deadites, wielding a staff of lightning and a double barrell remington shotgun

I stopped reading after 2 sentences. Punctuation and paragraphs are key. So are Cliff's notes