Dear god I love it. Just brilliant.
Dear god I love it. Just brilliant.
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death...
– Hunter Thompson
Apparently these are genuine college exam scripts...
uәʞoɹq spɹɐoqʎәʞ ʎɯ
hmm... Peter....
Isn't Matra's name Peter?
interesting.
I'm dropping out to create a company that starts with motorcycles, then cars, and forty years later signs a legendary Brazilian driver who has a public and expensive feud with his French teammate.
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death...
– Hunter Thompson
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death...
– Hunter Thompson
I feel sorry for the student who finds their test that they joked their way through, online.
"I'd hate to die twice. It's so boring" - Richard Feynman, last recorded words.
Holy.... I wish I could get away with this sheet at my school...
I'm dropping out to create a company that starts with motorcycles, then cars, and forty years later signs a legendary Brazilian driver who has a public and expensive feud with his French teammate.
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death...
– Hunter Thompson
raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to
PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting
sections of canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where
most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was
one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got
by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to
pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came
out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost
too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.
My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until
the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was
by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he
struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens
out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him
in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he
passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match
for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of
road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep
pockets, I had passed him. though it was not easy, I had won the race to
the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of
another of America's best bikes.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedalled so
hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Schwinn, as well.
They really make a great bicycle...
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death...
– Hunter Thompson
That was excellent thought it was an actualy anecdote referring to that 250 you've got...
HARVARD READING TEST:
This was developed as an age test by an R&D department at Harvard University.
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake.
The average person over 40 years of age can't do it!.
1. This is this cat
2. This is is cat
3. This is how cat
4. This is to cat
5. This is keep cat
6. This is an cat
7. This is old cat
8. This is bugger cat
9. This is busy cat
10.This is for cat
11.This is forty cat
12.This is seconds cat
Now go back and read the third word in each line from the Top down.
"A woman without curves is like a road without bends, you might get to your destination quicker but the ride is boring as hell'
( oldie but still a non-PC goodie )
Four mothers, English, Welsh, Scottish and Irish discussing their childrens name at playgroup.
English Mom: I named him George after St. Gerorge's day.
Welsh Mom: What a coincidence I named my son David after St. David's day.
Scottish Mom: Thats weird my son is Andrew after St. Andrew's day.
Just then the Irish mother spots her son beating up the Scottish lad-
'PANCAKE' leave him alone'
(apologies to our Irish members )
"A woman without curves is like a road without bends, you might get to your destination quicker but the ride is boring as hell'
Life in the Australian Army...
Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those
of you not in the know, Eromanga is a smalltown, west of Quilpie in
the far south west of Queensland)
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until
6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is
make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta
shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!
This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep
getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a
bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya
like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize
cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself
comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real
careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and
Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at
home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best
the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from
the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles
across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone
wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Sheila
"A string is approximately nine long."
Egg Nogg 02-04-2005, 05:07 AM
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