Reflections

The other day as I was out for a lap to test the new set up on my car, an object caught my eye. Upon the following lap I stopped and walked off the course to look at a pond covered in Lilly pads. I had not noticed the pond there in the past, however had noted the spotting of gridjunkies (aka the toad lord,md20/20 king) jalopy parked in the vicinity many times. Of course I thought, the Lilly pads.
I had also notice a foul stench reminiscent of the one adorned in the air many a time with old toad kingy around. I carefully scanned the area, but alas was unable to locate the toad.
Upon returning to the track I was greeted by a fellow racer Road Rage Randy. We sat and chatted a bit as the conversation worked its way around to gridjunkie. "I believe he was foul hooked by a fisherman last week" was the words RRRandy had to say.
Now I don't know about you folks but the thought of poking a hole in ole toady smells like a foul idea to me. Who knows maybe it's true. The stench has subsided except for the area near that pond, and I haven't noticed any bite marks on my side walls in quite some time.
Be not fooled dear friends, though found under bridges, crashing cars, panhandling, even old Road Rage Randy himself, The toad lord, aka md20/20 king seems to be impervious, and as usual he will surely emerge with a gaggle of ludicrous banter as is his norm.

gotta go


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Behold Ladies and Germicides

The later part of this title indicates the need for a thorough cleaning after the presence of lord TOAD,aka gridjunkie. Once again he has tarnished our fine pages of this blog with his guise of skilled banter, in an attempt to slander it's fine patrons.
Yet it seems to us that maybe there is a deeper conscious of thought in the out bust of his callous and malicious slander. A deep sight into the soul of the toad.
While pondering these thought, i decided to do a little research into the life of gridjunkie. I must say the outcome of this search yielded surprising, even scary results.
I have held of on this article to weigh the value of it's reporting to ensure a fare and unbiased article. At last the real secrets of the toad king can be told.
It seem that there is video history of the toad kings aka gridjunkie's path down the road of endarkenment, and that all roads do not have a silver ( or for that matter TIN) lining.
What you are about to see may not be suitable for all audiences,(normal folks) however it is research as it should be. The real reasons for la toads behavior can be found on this History of the Toad King video. But be forewarned, he is an ugly toad. To begin your journey simply click on the title of this article to start your voyage into the toad kingdom (warts not included).

Best Wishes


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RE-return of earl (or the living dead if you will)

If you can't comprehend something simple then Shakespear is way beyond your mental capacity to think. As for plastic cars, if you know anything of speed then you should understand the necessity. Have you ever seen A sissified girlie boy that could stand on oneside of the Rio-Grande and put out A brushfire on the other (After downing an 18 pack and TWO bottles of MD 20/20 of course) and at the same time giving Sally Jean A proper spanking whitch she craves hourly. Lets see you pull that off with your diminishing hardware (or should I say the lack of). If you don't understand it----leave it alone! Better to be silent and stupid than voiciferous and ignorant (means the same thing actually-- just thought I would help you along there). Try reading Dick and Jane books for starters. My neice is six and can already read cover to cover. I know It's not your fault they did not have School close enough to ride A tractor to before it closed for the day. Apparently your mom (you did have one I assume) did'nt home school you as she did'nt go either! Excuse me now -I have to chase down road rage randy and tell him what you said about his Mother--gridjunkie

Return Of Earl

My Fellow Americins

My name is Earl, and i was jist wantn you to know that i have been a readn all these here writens on this here feller called toad lord or md king. Now in my younger days we didnt take much to them there willy shakesperey kind of fellas,what with them a weerin them puffy britches, feathered caps, stockins and all. No sir we's is americin, and americin's dont dressup like them sissyfied girlie boys that like on da other side of the pond.
We take pride in our country, and aint gots nothing to do with no tea and trumpets. So your lord toadship or kingy md what ever ya be just haul your sissyfied arse back across the big pond wheren ya belong, and take that plastic girlie car wit ya.

Wake up america

Your Truly


earl pitts,pitts off


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Behold Ladies and Junkies

At last the familiar ribbit from atop the lilly pad has been heard. Yes that's right the ole toad (aka gridjunkie) has emerge from his binge with the side wall biter el griggette. His jovial banter is sharp as usual with the reference to mad dog 20/20, an obvious old time favorite of his, and the slander that his trusty side kick takes on multiple partners in an evening, ok maybe it's not slander, how should i know.
These diatribes are of little substance considering his idea of top end racing is blowing the doors off of someone who is stopped and outside his car......hmmmm. I guess to the south of the border, alley chasing, hubcap stealing, panderer roller this must be racing.
Needless to say the lord of the toad seems to be back, as far as his taste in alcohol, he might want to try something more civil than md 20/20, but i guess that is what is available under the bridges he so frequently visits.
NOTE: Anheuser-Busch has posted his picture at all sales locations to refuse any sales of their products to this gridjunkie. A spokesman for A-B stated that they felt any association with him might connect them with md products thus reducing their sales. Quoted as saying "this buds not for you"

ounce again.


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the legend of Road Rage Randy

It was a normal day much like any other when bernice crawled out from under the trailer and said "Delbert i done laid it now you gots to go kill it", she proclaims.
Now Delbert being a bit sissyfied, scarfed up a tore iron and went under the trailer. He smack ole randy on the head and much to his surprise ole randy smacked him back,ya see ole randy wernt no ordnry rug rat. Thus begins the legend.
As a youngun randy commonly ran over people wit his trike. Later as he grew older he mastered the skill of Komokazi bicycle riding, adding nearly 200 victims to his list. After his 13th try at his drivers licsence, he was able to transpose his skills to the street.
It was said that randy could bump ya, jump out and stomp ya, and never stop his car.
To this day we all still stand in awe every time we here the sound of his jalopy(koenigsegg)coming down the street. Makes us wonder who's next.


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