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to answer, joe, yes it is wrong.

move on please. just drive slower, is it really that hard to understand?

Toad wrote:WWJD?

What Would Joe Do?

How about, don't tell me how to act. I have been conducting business on this mudball for a while. I go as fast or slow as I damn well please. If I fuck up. Then its on me. I sure as fuck ain't gonna be talked down to by Primadonna and the ass-kissers.

You people are so full of shit it's amazing. Naw, scratch that. You're full of yourselves. You think you set policy. I got news for you. People come here. They climb and have a great time. They don't even know you and your ilk even exhist. You are a big turd in a small bowl.

Its like some sort of sucker play. You are on the playground having a good time . Swinging on the swing and teetering on the tooter. In the corner of your eye you catch the girls group. Bunch of prisses surrounding the one popular well-to-do girl. They're all giggling and laughing and making up rules and talking about who is cute and who is popular and blah blah blah. You turn to your buddy and roll your eyes and say,"come on, lets get out of here before we catch cooties!" So you run to the other side of the playground away from the circle of "soshes". You continue along happily in your own cool little world. Keeping a wary eye on the buzzing hive of "social activity". Then you see it. One of the "guys" falls on his sword and goes over to the group of gurls and starts playing with them. Following their rules and listening to the gossip gospel. He's smiling and laughing and soon...one of the other guys sees how good of a time he's having and he drops his toys and goes over to "the group". Guys who used to do stuff with you are now in "the group"
Pretty soon its you all alone with just your best bud, stunned, listening to the chatter from the hive.
I hear tales from guys about how they used to be cocaine outlaws. Now they're riding the bus.....lame

I think a big turd in a small bowl gets noticed... just sayin

Nice story. That probably really is the way you view it, given your astoundingly juvenile level of maturity. Were you drunk when you wrote that? Time to grow up.

Well...I'm an A.T.S.A. tech....what are you?

Someone who knows the difference between stirring the pot and being a bottom feeder.

So you got on the internet and looked up the D.O.T. district

Boy, for someone that talks about how presumptuous others are, you sure do your fair share don't ya. Some of my students would walk circles around your logic big guy. Internet, pfft.

This kind of discussion reminds me of when my dog eats goose turds down by the neighborhood pond. You try to explain to him why he shouldn't be doing it. You even rub his nose in it hoping that he sees the error in his ways, that he's consuming shit. But he just keeps doing it despite your best efforts. You can't get mad at him because he just doesn't know any better. You just feel sorry for him. It's pitiful really. You just want him to come back home and be a good family member without stinking up your house.

Tic Tac anyone?

So.... you stupid fuck, you're a teacher. I bet you don't teach traffic laws or how to set up work zones or any of the other shit that I have learned.

I on the other hand have set up traffic signage.I've sat through classes and taken tests and qualified as a tech to do so. I'm the rea deal with real world experience. Kinda that "grimey leather glove" thing you probably wouldn't understand.

You on the other hand mumble something about eating goose shit and you think that makes you qualified to argue with me about a field I am certified to work in...Stupid fuck. go on back to your class and talk goose shit to people who will eat it.

Oh is that what ASTA tech means? I thought you were a nail tech?

lol...Clevis pulling a trick out of my book..when ever I am in a busy bar and I want teh girl, I look her in the eeye and say "Do you know who I am?..." Then, I puff out my chest and announce "I am the Pigsteak!".....

Works every time...

I swear it does.

And my wife says I look like an idiot.

No one is setting policy - I'm reminding people of policy that was set already and common courtesy. Somehow you took it as a personal affront to your ego.

You're full of yourselves.

Pot, meet kettle.

Love,
the Primadonna