ThIngs your mates say that are A load of BS
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Wasn't there a thread like this not long ago?
For me it would be someone I know saying, "I've done that" or "I've got a mate who does that".
You could say absolutely anything and it would lead back to them, or one of their friends having done the same thing, or something very similar.
Elevenerife doesn't even come into it, lol.
EDIT: sorry it was from 2009, I must have been reading it recently though, some cracking ones in there:
http://www.pistonheads.com/Gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
For me it would be someone I know saying, "I've done that" or "I've got a mate who does that".
You could say absolutely anything and it would lead back to them, or one of their friends having done the same thing, or something very similar.
Elevenerife doesn't even come into it, lol.
EDIT: sorry it was from 2009, I must have been reading it recently though, some cracking ones in there:
http://www.pistonheads.com/Gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Edited by KingNothing on Sunday 20th January 14:24
An old school mate had ditched his usual friends from college because he'd found love. After the romance ended, he found himself without any friends so got back in touch with me. We'd not spoken for around 8 years since leaving school, but because I'd known him since... well my whole life!... I didn't mind so much...
Well, at least right up until he started talking.
I think we were around 26 when he appeared out of nowhere? Whenever it was, we'd all well grown out of our first cars. I was in a VX220 Turbo, a couple mates had BM 330's, M3's, Civic Type-R's etc.
He arrived in a Ford Ka.
Ka's are fine. So he wasn't much into cars and picked a sensible run about - I'm in a Pug 106 now - that's fine. We're not snobbish, even if the above will read that way. But when this kids patter started flowing, I'd have to run for cover.
(after taking it into Ford for a service - without hint of irony)
"Yeah so the Ford engineers told me they'd taken a look, and because mine was one of a special run, realised they could tune the engine - reckon it's putting out 160 / 170 BHP now"... What, you mean after the standard £120 service, oil sparks and filter, they've upped the BHP by almost double?!"... "Yeah"
One Saturday he insisted that, rather just go to the pub to watch the football, we take the cars "for a spin". At 26 I'd hope we've all grown out of cruising around town in our fancy cars. And Ford Ka's. But no, he told me to follow as he led me down the sea front where all the Barry's hangout. I thought maybe a trip up the Scottish boarders would be nice... but no. Once there, surrounded by old Imprezas, Escorts and Bean Can Corsas, he popped the bonnet of his Ka and started revving the engine via the throttle cable. Poor little Ka screaming away, you could almost hear "I DONT WANT TO BE HERE!" from the delicate little engine.
Once I picked him up to watch the football in the pub, as I was making my way from the car towards the pub, I turned around to see him leaning against my car - striking a Zack Morris pose - just looking around to see who could see him.
Off the car topic (he was full of little gems) he once told me a girlfriend should replace his mother - that all he wanted was a nice girlfriend to look after him, make his tea, and wash his clothes.
Shortly after he found another girlfriend, I called him once by the side of the road after I'd broken down. He said he'd help me out, only to text me back 30 minutes later saying he'd forgotten he'd been given a Producer by the police, and that today was the day his details had to be handed in - perhaps not knowing I already knew the Producer could be handed in up until 12pm on the given date. Leaving me stuck for another 30 minutes while another mate could come by.
Apologies for the long, utterly self indulgent post. I did feel like I'd helped him out, introduced him to my friends when he had none, and so his bulls
t and lies did kind of sting a bit. Turns out his second love did last (at the time of writing) We bumped into each other a little while ago and he's got a little boy now, so best of luck to both him and his girlfriend.
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Well, at least right up until he started talking.
I think we were around 26 when he appeared out of nowhere? Whenever it was, we'd all well grown out of our first cars. I was in a VX220 Turbo, a couple mates had BM 330's, M3's, Civic Type-R's etc.
He arrived in a Ford Ka.
Ka's are fine. So he wasn't much into cars and picked a sensible run about - I'm in a Pug 106 now - that's fine. We're not snobbish, even if the above will read that way. But when this kids patter started flowing, I'd have to run for cover.
(after taking it into Ford for a service - without hint of irony)
"Yeah so the Ford engineers told me they'd taken a look, and because mine was one of a special run, realised they could tune the engine - reckon it's putting out 160 / 170 BHP now"... What, you mean after the standard £120 service, oil sparks and filter, they've upped the BHP by almost double?!"... "Yeah"
One Saturday he insisted that, rather just go to the pub to watch the football, we take the cars "for a spin". At 26 I'd hope we've all grown out of cruising around town in our fancy cars. And Ford Ka's. But no, he told me to follow as he led me down the sea front where all the Barry's hangout. I thought maybe a trip up the Scottish boarders would be nice... but no. Once there, surrounded by old Imprezas, Escorts and Bean Can Corsas, he popped the bonnet of his Ka and started revving the engine via the throttle cable. Poor little Ka screaming away, you could almost hear "I DONT WANT TO BE HERE!" from the delicate little engine.
Once I picked him up to watch the football in the pub, as I was making my way from the car towards the pub, I turned around to see him leaning against my car - striking a Zack Morris pose - just looking around to see who could see him.
Off the car topic (he was full of little gems) he once told me a girlfriend should replace his mother - that all he wanted was a nice girlfriend to look after him, make his tea, and wash his clothes.
Shortly after he found another girlfriend, I called him once by the side of the road after I'd broken down. He said he'd help me out, only to text me back 30 minutes later saying he'd forgotten he'd been given a Producer by the police, and that today was the day his details had to be handed in - perhaps not knowing I already knew the Producer could be handed in up until 12pm on the given date. Leaving me stuck for another 30 minutes while another mate could come by.
Apologies for the long, utterly self indulgent post. I did feel like I'd helped him out, introduced him to my friends when he had none, and so his bulls
t and lies did kind of sting a bit. Turns out his second love did last (at the time of writing) We bumped into each other a little while ago and he's got a little boy now, so best of luck to both him and his girlfriend. .
Stuck In A Lift said:
My car needed a jump start on Friday. A mate at work refused to use his car (Kia Diesel) as 'The batteries are more powerful in my car, and the power surge will fry your electrics'. 
I didn't bother to argue.
This is NOT as daft as it sounds. There are issues with jump starting modern cars because of the carelessness with which some owners connect up batteries. A flashover with opposite charge could and has damaged the ECU etc on modern cars. Can be very expensive to replace.I didn't bother to argue.
If you consider how many individuals fill up their cars with the wrong fuel currently you will appreciate the possible risks in careless battery connections. Not insubstantial given the way some people are.
On a lighter note I am always suspicious of my friends who express any regard for my character. They cannot know me well.
A friend I have is a serial liar. It's awesome because half the stuff he says can be proved wrong easily. Some of my favourites:
- He got picked up by a tornado in Hackney and got thrown 30ft in the air.
- "My brother just bought a Ferrari", the next he was telling me how his 30 year old brother still lives at his parents house and works as a back street mechanic.
- "My brothers 50cc moped can do 70mph". I haven't come across a moped that can manage that.
- "My dad is a body builder". Building fat maybe.
There's a pattern emerging. His dad and his brother have got/done everything you've got/done but only better.
- He got picked up by a tornado in Hackney and got thrown 30ft in the air.
- "My brother just bought a Ferrari", the next he was telling me how his 30 year old brother still lives at his parents house and works as a back street mechanic.
- "My brothers 50cc moped can do 70mph". I haven't come across a moped that can manage that.
- "My dad is a body builder". Building fat maybe.
There's a pattern emerging. His dad and his brother have got/done everything you've got/done but only better.
I have one mate who does this so much it's comical, he still doesn't realise what a bullstter he is.
One of my other friends was telling me how his brother had managed to stack a Jeep Cherokee into a ditch.
3 weeks later, the bullstting mate was recycling this story to us whilst we were all in the car as if it had happened to one of his friends instead, forgetting who had been told already. When called out on it, he just laughed and went "yeah okay!" and quickly changed the topic.
Some people need attention though, bless 'em.
tter he is. One of my other friends was telling me how his brother had managed to stack a Jeep Cherokee into a ditch.
3 weeks later, the bulls
tting mate was recycling this story to us whilst we were all in the car as if it had happened to one of his friends instead, forgetting who had been told already. When called out on it, he just laughed and went "yeah okay!" and quickly changed the topic.Some people need attention though, bless 'em.
Petrolhead95 said:
A friend I have is a serial liar. It's awesome because half the stuff he says can be proved wrong easily. Some of my favourites:
- He got picked up by a tornado in Hackney and got thrown 30ft in the air.
- "My brother just bought a Ferrari", the next he was telling me how his 30 year old brother still lives at his parents house and works as a back street mechanic.
- "My brothers 50cc moped can do 70mph". I haven't come across a moped that can manage that.
- "My dad is a body builder". Building fat maybe.
There's a pattern emerging. His dad and his brother have got/done everything you've got/done but only better.
It is possible to get a 50cc to do 70mph but it will take forever to get there as you have to adjust the gearing. I had 67mph on my 50cc scooter many years ago - however I was going down a long steep hill and practically leaning over the front wheel to keep the weight down on the front - He got picked up by a tornado in Hackney and got thrown 30ft in the air.
- "My brother just bought a Ferrari", the next he was telling me how his 30 year old brother still lives at his parents house and works as a back street mechanic.
- "My brothers 50cc moped can do 70mph". I haven't come across a moped that can manage that.
- "My dad is a body builder". Building fat maybe.
There's a pattern emerging. His dad and his brother have got/done everything you've got/done but only better.
EDLT said:
Its too cold to snow, despite being at least 40 degrees colder in the arctic.
No denying that it is colder in the arctic but can you be sure that the snow fell when it was this temperature or is actually old snow that fell when it was warmer and has never melted?It can be almost -90 centigrade in antartica but the snow on the ground has been there for maybe thousands of years.
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