Your neighbors, who happen to be loud as H#@!, call security on you for painting parts on your balcony and working late on your Jeep in the parking lot one night but tell security it is every night for two weeks straight just so the off duty cop will actually get out of bed. You know they are only mad because you are ruining their buzz with the smell and it was the one night a week they wanted to sleep before 3am instead of drink all night
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you climb in and smile at the anticipation of driving it again.
"Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum"
"Great danger lies in the notion that we can reason with evil"
...We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. ...I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post...
I bought the HI-WAY BLASTER HORN that's 139dB and every time I honk the horn an Angel dies.
16 - He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads,
17 - and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
18 - Here is wisdom. Let him who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man: (Real ID and RFID chips)
Think about it...
Also, when you can explain every strange sound that your passengers ask about right off the top of your head and none of the answers seem strange to you but you first have to clarify which particular sound they're referring to....
my wife: "what's that noise"
me: "you mean that scraping one?"
wife: "no, it's more of a squealing"
me: "high or low pitched?"
me: "from the front or the back?"
me: "left or right"
me: "oh, That's just the belt that needs to be replaced...nothing to worry about."
wife: (now listening more intently to all the other sounds that weren't the one she was referring to) "oh"...
There's only one thing I like more than my Jeep...she'd probably hit me if I said otherwise.