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09-03-2012, 10:13 AM
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Drifters
It dont matter what you got...gotta love drifting 
Lets here your best drift stories
Ill start
In the winter with by bros volvo wagon, I was driving around in the college campus parking lot...I had a buddy with me who did not know what drifting was. So I drove to a full parking lot, And did 4 linked drifts, from one row to another in a full parking lot. Sometimes coming within inches of hitting parked cars. He was freaking out the whole time.
When I was done...He calmly got out...and puked right there. Then he said...."Ill never drive with you again" :P Dang im a drifting addict
Lets here your best drift stories Ill start
In the winter with by bros volvo wagon, I was driving around in the college campus parking lot...I had a buddy with me who did not know what drifting was. So I drove to a full parking lot, And did 4 linked drifts, from one row to another in a full parking lot. Sometimes coming within inches of hitting parked cars. He was freaking out the whole time.
When I was done...He calmly got out...and puked right there. Then he said...."Ill never drive with you again" :P Dang im a drifting addict
09-03-2012, 12:12 PM
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Reminds me of a drifting story though, I was leaving the campus library after a few hours of studying. It was freezing out, snow and ice all over the road. As I was walking to my car, I noticed a car driving recklessly all over the student parking lot. He came within inches of hitting my car! If he did I would have pulled him out of the car and choked him until he was blue. Anyway, I got a glimpse of the clown when he pulled over to let his friend puke. Drift King here was just some dipsh*t sophomore that had "never getting laid" written all over him.
09-03-2012, 12:12 PM
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It dont matter what you got...gotta love drifting Lets here your best drift stories
Ill start
In the winter with by bros volvo wagon, I was driving around in the college campus parking lot...I had a buddy with me who did not know what drifting was. So I drove to a full parking lot, And did 4 linked drifts, from one row to another in a full parking lot. Sometimes coming within inches of hitting parked cars. He was freaking out the whole time.
When I was done...He calmly got out...and puked right there. Then he said...."Ill never drive with you again" :P Dang im a drifting addict
Lets here your best drift stories Ill start
In the winter with by bros volvo wagon, I was driving around in the college campus parking lot...I had a buddy with me who did not know what drifting was. So I drove to a full parking lot, And did 4 linked drifts, from one row to another in a full parking lot. Sometimes coming within inches of hitting parked cars. He was freaking out the whole time.
When I was done...He calmly got out...and puked right there. Then he said...."Ill never drive with you again" :P Dang im a drifting addict
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Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
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09-03-2012, 04:20 PM
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Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
09-03-2012, 06:39 PM
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.... but before you do here is 568 post of reading material. I have a fealing you are bound to be a DUGAN.
https://my350z.com/forum/the-lounge-...nksgiving.html
.... but before you do here is 568 post of reading material. I have a fealing you are bound to be a DUGAN.https://my350z.com/forum/the-lounge-...nksgiving.html
09-04-2012, 12:22 AM
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Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can only be one.
09-04-2012, 11:26 AM
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I hav e a great drifting story... When I first got my z I was trying to drift it in shopko's parking lot and I had no idea what I was doing at all. Then I realized that I had just blown my clutch, and my car no power at all. So I called a tow truck and they wouldn't tow it cause it was to low. So I had to push it home by my self about a mile and a half ....that's my newb drift story ... Happened last week