Emergence of the gridjunkie

As I had previously stated, we were awaiting some form of a rebuttal from gridjunkie, aka toad. It would seem that he has pawned pieces of that dilapidated jalopy of his in order to hire a writer to give him presence, last we be not fooled by this jester, for we know what he be.

The very idea of his cohesion with the likes of Sally Jean Brown (aka asdo, aka el gringgette,aka cheek pincher,aka donut thief )is within itself a testament to the vile attempts at deception. And though we have stood by this panderer ( and crappy car driver ), we realize that civility is not his cup of axle grease, thus we suggest putting that pony of his (crappy old car) out to pasture, as we should him.

Lastly I would like to make known, the presences of bite marks on my side walls, me thinks it is his com padre in pork rinds. Unleash the dogs of tire protection,( armor all) that we true drivers may be protected from the ravages of panderers and there sidekicks.

In closing I would like to say that gridjunkie paid to much for the article he had posted, you really should have hung on to those hub caps.



as usual


PooF!

\:)

Diatribe to Lord of the UNDERWEAR!!!!

Better to be silent and thought A car theif than to open ones sewer hole voice box and spew words that show educational shortcomings. When you graduated first grade did you think that was it? Or did they ask you not to come back? Me thinks the latter is perhaps the most likely
scenario. Running over little girls and old school teachers with A rusty bicycle for practice is not
considered A vehicle to future GRID stardom!!! Driving lawnmowers and farm tractors is not considered fodder for ones racing resume. As for the company I keep, Sally Jean (aka-ASDO-aka-gringette-aka-cheek pincher) could beat you with her Ford Expedition with A flat tire and running on six and A half cylinders!! She's got real driving experiance hauling corn liqour and hand made thongs from Tiajuana. Her one good working eye is sharper than both of yours put together and she can whip her weight in alley cats while holding A rattlesnake between both of her teeth!! Just because you hang out with beer bellied, snuff dipping, peroxide wannabee blondes is no reason to get all hatefull and envious! Try going back to school and move up to A Volkswagen Beatle. If you look through all the stained underwear under your desk you might scrape together enough stolen lunch money to pay cash for one!!!!!-----------gridjunkie

Silence of the Lambogenie

Often I take for granted rebuttal, that is to say, my expectation of commutation from those that may think they need to retort to statements made by others. You may have noticed the abstinence of comment from the notorious toad we all know as gridjunkie. With the number of post in regard to him, he has failed to come forth. This can only lead me to believe he has recognized the truths in these postings. None the less I can only expect some feeble attempt to slander these writings with some trivial diatribes. Long live the queen, or not. We await the offerings of the pandering god of the street corner ( often disguised as gridjunkie )and his com padre el gringgette ( often referred to as ASDO)viva la el gringgette! We know his presence can not be far away (we saw his jalopy parked around the corner).


PooF!

:)

Master Blaster

For those of you keeping up
with current affairs,
(recent postings on grid o
rama)you might have noticed
the rather slanderous remarks
of the old toad know only as
"gridjunkie". A cantankerous
old coot we have ascertained,
thus it is the floor mopping
banter that we have come to expect. We were able to obtain some
disturbing information as to the true driving skills of this
panderer, and have decided in the best interest of public safety
we should make this information known. WARNING!!!! If you should
see this individual contact your loco athoritities, and then run
don't walk for your on safety.

POOF!

:)

Gridjunkie reviewed

I decided on a gingerly little romp around the track at Detroit this evening. Things were going as planned for me, and then rounding the last turn on the first lap is when i noticed a pan handler, shabbily clad and scruff looking, with a wash your windshield sign. 10 cents it said. I thought to myself "how strange to offer such a labor intensive project for so little money". On my next turn past the same corner the pan handler held out a match box car. Now this really had my attention, I thought this guy had just escaped the loony bin. On my final lap once again i saw him standing at the turn, that's it i thought to myself and abruptly pulled over to find out what was going on. Much to my surprise as i exited my car i realized that gridjunkie (the guy with the sign) jump into that old jalopy of his and rammed my car thus disabling my ability to finish this race. Nice going gridjunkie, however I think the street clothing seemed to be a good fit for you. Until next time!!!!!!! May the force not be with you...you scallywag.

cc: Lord of the Underdesk
ccc: Lord of the Underdesk Underdesk

P.M. programs from the Lord of the Underdesk

As i rounded the last turn is San Fransisco i was sure it wasn't wheel weights flying off the front tires of my mustang. The slight shimmer of the front end confirmed that indeed I had suffered more than my share of knocks on this circuit (maybe 500 or so), but i was sure Delbert had not forgotten to tighten the lug nuts. As i crossed the finish line, my gas pedal seemed to lodge, confirming my worst fears. Delbert had failed to clean out all the beer bottles and caps. At the very least I can rest in the comfort that the backwash did not end up in the oil pan. That wall ahead has my numbers all over it................Sounded like This!

ode to NVIDIA JUNKIES

Alas fellow addicts the darkness has spread from the base of the brain stem to the cranial cortex and the eyes continue to search for the most advantagos approach to the next treacherous hairpin turn even as I fight the sandman who dares to interupt my hellbent determination to destroy the car that bumped me at the last corner. How inhuman to be forced to pause the game
(er---OBSESSION) to go to work(fighting the overwhelming urge to drift every turn) in order to support the habit. Yes, I too am torn between buying food and toiletries (and medication that I so badly need) or the next badass NVIDIA graphics card that may allow me to see the fear in the eyes of the other drivers on the track as my car grows ever larger in their rearveiw mirror.
Fenders gone, a spiderweb of cracks on the windsheild,drivers door missing (a sure sign of A lunatic driver who long ago forgot that A brake pedal resides in close proximity to the accellerator) and A rainbow of colors on whats left of the car's body that started the race with only two. I read somewhere that peanut butter contains all the nutrients nesessary to sustain life support and that newspaper and old magazine pages rubbed vigorously between the palms(allthough A bit rough on hemmaroids caused by long hours of sitting in an overused chair) will suffice as A substitute for charmin and asprin, taken in massive doses may mimic the affects of
ZANEX. If anyone else has similar cost saving remedies please feel free to share. I must go race now---Gridjunkie

Games, Geeks, and Gridjunkies

Once agian we venture into the realm of the dark facing the luminescence of the screens before us. Oh holy lord of the underdesk. What loathsome task has thou placed at my feet? What retched stench does thou expect me to en dour? What gruesome obstacle lay before me? Ah atlast a gleaming of the light, the sway of the refrigerator door, the taste of a cool beverage....Yes it's grid on!!!!