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My Taco doesn't fly. I have been known to take it for a swim though.****hope u have a great day****
If you're interested you can check out the build page for my Taco. The first post has links to pics of most of the trips I've been on.
http://www.tacomaworld.com/forum/2nd-gen-builds/179008-4wheeling4banger-s-silver-state-edition-build.html
It's also a featured truck on TacomaHQ.com http://www.tacomahq.com/2593/featured-truck-2011-toyota-tacoma-4wheelin4banger/#more-2593
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Just stopping by and liking everything and sure liked everything, really and sure do like everything and everyone here, so hi and bye for now but will be back soon I hope....things to do and places to go but every time I come back here it is just great...thanks you all for all you do here, I always enjoy!
you guys are making me want to craigslist jeeps for 9 days with no sleep and two 6packs of red bull.
What do we do,
What do we do when life pushes us to that point, that special point very few reach and the ones that do never want to,
Do we snap, do we break, do we fold, do we live on.
Imagine a life lived with regret,
One you know you can never change because no one will ever let you show that it has changed
Then imagine working yourself to the bone for years and years fighting tooth and nail to show that you've changed.
Now picture all of that hard work and accumulation being ripped apart in front of your eyes
Imagine the separation, the desperation, the longing to live your life, the regret for your choices, the anxiety of not knowing what will happen next, the reality of being monitored and told where you can be and why and when. The loneliness of having to leave the one person you love more then anything behind
Your entire life in the hands of another, your hopes and dreams and reality being torn to pieces.
Your only choice to live a subpar life
All because of one minor mistake from,years ago
So what do we do
What do we do when life pushes us to that point, that special point very few reach and the ones that do never want to,
Do we snap, do we break, do we fold, do we live on.
Imagine a life lived with regret,
One you know you can never change because no one will ever let you show that it has changed
Then imagine working yourself to the bone for years and years fighting tooth and nail to show that you've changed.
Now picture all of that hard work and accumulation being ripped apart in front of your eyes
Imagine the separation, the desperation, the longing to live your life, the regret for your choices, the anxiety of not knowing what will happen next, the reality of being monitored and told where you can be and why and when. The loneliness of having to leave the one person you love more then anything behind
Your entire life in the hands of another, your hopes and dreams and reality being torn to pieces.
Your only choice to live a subpar life
All because of one minor mistake from,years ago
So what do we do
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People make mistakes, usually nothing bad comes of them. I made a mistake on a midnight shift one time and an innocent guy died because of it. For a long time I didn't want life to go on, but it did. Ya just do the best ya can after you .... up and make sure you don't make the same mistake again. -Jack 4/25/13
He'd get a kick out of this image me thinks
RHP
He'd get a kick out of this image me thinks
RHP
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Just a late night depressed rant. Dealing with the consequences for 4 years knowing you have 2 more and your dead in the center of one of the many of the worst parts is wearing me thin. Thanks though man I appreciated a reply.
Lol I like the pic
Lol I like the pic
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Yeah i wasn't sure if what you posted was from a song or if you were in a dark spot right now but I feel you. I hope you find a way through it, because that's the only real choice we got. Something in my gut tells me that giving up, ain't a choice. I believe whatever we're trying to duck in life will follow us through the afterlife so might as well deal with it now. Sounds vague but it's all I got to offer up to the table right now, stay strong brother
RHP
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lol i'd buy a 3rd but it gives me anxiety if I dont focus on physical labor after i drink 1 or 2 of them. whats going on man? I feel like we need to be PMing each other for some reason. I'll hyu.
whats going on man? I feel like we need to be PMing each other for some reason. I'll hyu.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
And here's a pretty good video interpretation of Th Egg by Andy Weir
RHP
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
And here's a pretty good video interpretation of Th Egg by Andy Weir
RHP
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Lol well I tried my best to make it look like a song or some kind of poetry, not good with all that so glad it put out that confusion. Thanks for the support, I always do find a way threw things but sometimes .... just tears me apart especially after trying so hard for so long. But that's life I've been threw this so many times you'd think Id be able to never get Down this low. I'll get back on top on though, I always do. Just gotta ride the wave with my fingers in the air and the attitude of stubborn .......
I'm stealing that line now with your permission
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chubb_Rock
Changing gears, no pun
The last relic from a mispent youth before I found my soulmate, and with all the responsibility that comes with love and just doing the right thing. Ya know love is like this beautiful shark and responsibility is like those little fishies that cling to it. Doesn't slow the shark down, just irritating thats all folks
It's all yours for 15 grand, Plumes.91! Just kidding mods, I know my brother from another mother, Plumey, is broke as a joke and as Jack said to me once in private, "But as I told you before, I try to go out of my way in an effort not to take advantage of anyone, I'm too close to meeting my Maker and I can no longer use the excuse of being young and stupid to explain away wrong/bad acts in life."
RHP
Changing gears, no pun
The last relic from a mispent youth before I found my soulmate, and with all the responsibility that comes with love and just doing the right thing. Ya know love is like this beautiful shark and responsibility is like those little fishies that cling to it. Doesn't slow the shark down, just irritating thats all folks
It's all yours for 15 grand, Plumes.91! Just kidding mods, I know my brother from another mother, Plumey, is broke as a joke and as Jack said to me once in private, "But as I told you before, I try to go out of my way in an effort not to take advantage of anyone, I'm too close to meeting my Maker and I can no longer use the excuse of being young and stupid to explain away wrong/bad acts in life."
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Ooohhh... I'll trade you my beautifully beat up 1988 Chevy 2500 for it
Loves a ..... ain't it lol
Loves a ..... ain't it lol
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