Sedans wrote:Where you live then?
Well, buddy, you know I feel protective—perhaps irrationally so—of my personal information, including where I live. I know, that sounds silly, and also hypocritical, since I was going on about appreciating the stuff you guys write about the places where you all live. Let me see if I can upload an image to this message board, and I’ll at least give a very good clue about where in general it is that I live.
I suppose Madness may know exactly where I live. I assume he may have need to use IP tracing software in his work as a webmaster dude, but I don’t know how that stuff works or how specific the information is that such applications actually provide. I trust Madness well enough, though, even with my real name. Maybe later on, I will be able to loosen up and act like a normal person about the whole thing.
Here, let me see if I can add an image to this post... Wow, you got a lot of neat buttons and stuff to customize posts with here, boss. Was all this stuff at the other place? Oh, hey, there's a little button for inserting code.
Doiyee! I didn't notice that particular thing before, I think. This website is cool, man. I’m glad I was able to meet back up with you guys here.
Aw, I don't know what I'm doing any more than I usually know what I’m saying. Suffice it to say that DRIVER games, trains, and rough neighborhoods aren't the only things we have in common, buddy. In fact, we are practically neighbors. I live in Mississippi, U.S.A., and the path hurricane Katrina followed went right through the city where I live.
Sedans wrote:I love me some Dr. Pepper, thats like, so much better than this "new coke" stuff
When I was a little kid, I really liked the flavor of Dr. Pepper, but no one else in my family did. So it was viewed by my siblings as special treatment that when my parents bought Dr. Pepper along with whatever the rest of them liked to drink. And let me tell you that in my family, with seven kids and a foster child, there was a price to be paid for anything perceived in that light, especially since I was the youngest, and a spoiled brat in their eyes. So, I grew up and got tired of Dr. Pepper, while the brother of mine who used to give me the most hell about it in our younger days turned out to be a Dr. Pepper addict as an adult. That’s funny.
That’s the same guy who would tell me that I was not only acting weird, but also wasting bread by dunking it in Dr. Pepper instead of making sandwiches with it. Any excuse to punch me, really. LOL! I have to admit, I liked him a lot, as he always acted the most sorry after he beat me up, whereas the others seemed to have no regrets. Ha, ha, ha. I enjoyed the years during which we two jammed out together (he played drums and I played guitar). He was also more willing than the others to help me with my dirt bike motorcycle.
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In some other thread I was asking about your stuff being destroyed by hurricane Rita. I meant Katrina. I guess they probably both went through there, but I assume the Katrina storm was what actually created a disaster for you guys.