JensenPark

Pook, you are the man. what ever happened to those cars by the way?

Just a few?

Just a few?

Isn't that against the law? I actually first met "BG" after offering to send him my copy of "The Big Show" after I found out he was living just a few hours drive from me in Ontario...though we had traded posts about his sig pic. I remember fondly the first time I flew with BG...there was Cold Gambler, Duff Bear, Okie (then Gury Puddle) and Bun Bun. I immediately flew my Finnish Buffalo right into an I16.

Isn't that against the law? I actually first met "BG" after offering to send him my copy of "The Big Show" after I found out he was living just a few hours drive from me in Ontario...though we had traded posts about his sig pic. I remember fondly the first time I flew with BG...there was Cold Gambler, Duff Bear, Okie (then Gury Puddle) and Bun Bun. I immediately flew my Finnish Buffalo right into an I16.

Wow... was chatting with BG the other day...our 3rd anniversary of the squad forming is coming up mid-November. Alot of great times shared. Thanks of course to our fearless leader BG, but thanks to you all for making this squad the best one out there. No one else participates on the ubi boards to the extent we do - or has the amount of mods on the various boards.

Wow... was chatting with BG the other day...our 3rd anniversary of the squad forming is coming up mid-November. Alot of great times shared. Thanks of course to our fearless leader BG, but thanks to you all for making this squad the best one out there. No one else participates on the ubi boards to the extent we do - or has the amount of mods on the various boards.

A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears: BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Walking faster, he look s back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him. FASTER... FASTER... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP.... He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping. clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... on his heels, as the terrified man runs. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door. Bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket... and, (hopefully you're ready for this!!!) The coffin stops .

A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears: BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Walking faster, he look s back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him. FASTER... FASTER... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP.... He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping. clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... on his heels, as the terrified man runs. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door. Bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket... and, (hopefully you're ready for this!!!) The coffin stops .

Oddly enough... old drinking hole of mine when I lived in Toronto in the late 80's.

Oddly enough... old drinking hole of mine when I lived in Toronto in the late 80's.

Ahh...that's the DT I know and love. And the French I know and loathe

Ahh...that's the DT I know and love. And the French I know and loathe

woo hoo! I'm there! Just coming by myself. Say, it's not the old Brunswick by any chance is it?

woo hoo! I'm there! Just coming by myself. Say, it's not the old Brunswick by any chance is it?

Great news Shadow. Do you need any cashola for the TS server? I'm in Toronto in the next few weeks so I'll make sure we get to try your restaurant!

Great news Shadow. Do you need any cashola for the TS server? I'm in Toronto in the next few weeks so I'll make sure we get to try your restaurant!

I know I usually cry either "dammit psycho" or "dammit bbloke" when I get killed by those bastages (all the time) don't know about a kill...it happens to rarely for me.

I know I usually cry either "dammit psycho" or "dammit bbloke" when I get killed by those bastages (all the time) don't know about a kill...it happens to rarely for me.

secret is to hit "I" (start engine) three times fast, and keep doing that until it restarts. works as well when engine dies out from fuel deprivation when you hit those negative g's.

secret is to hit "I" (start engine) three times fast, and keep doing that until it restarts. works as well when engine dies out from fuel deprivation when you hit those negative g's.