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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1

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I went to Annapolis to watch my brother graduate. He was going to road trip home with the rest of the family but I needed to get back home. I took his very sweet 66 Mustang Fastback so he would have it when they all finally got there. Along the way (about 2500 miles), I stopped to get some road food at a grocery store. It was part of a strip mall. There were at least 500 empty spaces so I park at the very farthest away from the door, right up next to the street. There were no other vehicles in this row and none on the next 2 rows.
Sure as shit, I walk out after about 10 minutes of shopping to see some piece of shit car parked so close I just knew there would be a door ding. Sure as shit.
So, I wait and wait and wait for this dipshit.
After about 45 minutes, I am far from being any more calm. I decide to return the favor. I start kicking in the drivers door and kick it until I could see the outline of the window mechanism. It was very satisfying. So satisfying that I decided to apply the same art to the rear drivers side door, all the while hoping this dipshit would appear so I could thank him for the satisfaction I was about to receive in addition to that I had just recently received.
I left dipshit a note, thanking him for providing me a way to relieve my stress in a manner that did not cause any harm to other humans.
I'd be surprised if those doors would even open.
Fuck that guy.
Uh, what if the guy who dinged your door drove off ,and the car parked next to you was not the dinger car? Or was there paint transfer?
 
Just like the 6.5 Creedmoor guys.
Here's me parked at the bottom of a very, very steep hill at the "Carry Your Own 80lb. Bag Of Cement
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Here's me when I come out
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Seriously, what the fuck is it? Fear of loneliness? All I can guess is these are the same people that piss directly next you when you're at the very far end of a 12 urinal Men's Room and the other 11 are empty.
 
^^^^^ repeat, I posted that picture several pages ago.^^^^^

All you guys bagging on the skinny chick can have those fat tubs of lard all to yourselves, lol. I'll take the skinny ones all day long and 5 or 6 times on Sunday! Hats off to babyguppy for posting something other than the same old fat Labradors.
Nothing wrong with a slim woman, I prefer them myself but she's not slim...she's METH skinny.