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Hey John???
On 2/17/2014 2:30 PM, F*O*A*D wrote:
On 2/17/14, 2:26 PM, KC wrote: On 2/17/2014 2:03 PM, BAR wrote: On Mon, 17 Feb 2014 13:50:59 -0500, KC wrote: On 2/17/2014 1:27 PM, Poco Loco wrote: On Mon, 17 Feb 2014 13:12:19 -0500, KC wrote: On 2/17/2014 11:55 AM, Poco Loco wrote: Yeah, cause they are not related at all... But hey, you are the boss  BTW Scott, you don't have to call me names by email. You can do it right here. Ummm, would you mind telling me what the hell you are talking about here? Or are you just smearing me?? from: KC to: Poco Loco date: Thu, Feb 13, 2014 at 5:23 PM subject: countersteering... mailed-by: gmail.com signed-by: gmail.com We'll leave it at that. Absolutely forged. And you all know damn well if I say something here, I admit it... period... Are you giving permission to have the email message in question put into the public domain? , Sure, and I did go back and check and I did write it. Somehow went straight to John instead of the group. He was acting like an asshole, so I called him, "asshole"... You sent him an email calling him an asshole? Ahh, the inhabitants of rec.boats. It doesn't take a PhD in Psychiatry or Psychotherapy to recognized that sometimes Scott seems to be a prime candidate for anger management therapy with maybe a couple of sessions focused on paranoia. He seems to think everyone is out to get him and he has to fight back and call you an asshole or something. I just came back from the store. Most of the back roads are still snow and ice covered (towns are running out of sand and salt) with huge mounds of snow piled up by the plows at intersections that make it difficult to see if there is on-coming traffic. At one of these I inched my way forward, planning to turn right (no counter steering required). The coast was clear, so I made the turn and immediately saw a small car in the mirror approaching from a distant corner and coming up *fast* behind me. It was going *way* too fast for conditions. The driver was apparently oblivious to the fact that if the brakes where jammed on the car would probably skid off the road and into a snow bank. Then, still looking in the side mirror, I realized it was a young girl driving, probably 19-20 years old. She was mouthing something off that obviously I couldn't hear and giving me the one finger salute. All you can do is chuckle and hope maybe she *would* find herself buried in a snow bank somewhere. It also flashed through my mind (as Mrs.E. and I approach our 44th anniversary in a few days) of how fortunate I am to have grown up in an era when women didn't act like young, punk guys. |
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