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About kfg_johnny

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  • Birthday 05/14/1971
  1. Mind reader

    thats so messed up it cool .
  2. Was I wrong?

    what ever happened with just leaving them a note... if this is someone that did it on more than 1 occasion, no problem...boot clamp em!
  3. Happy B-Day to Sonny

    Just wanted to give a shout out to Sonny aka Armyboo... http://www.thailandfriends.com/Armyboo Happy Bday Bro. Take care and be safe. Keep up the good fight.
  4. Batman Forever

    The idea of a Batman squirtgun? I can live with that.The unfortunate position of the trigger? Well, it follows from the design. I guess I can live with that, too.                But the anal refill hole?    That?s a bored toy designer seeing just how far he can take the joke before his bosses notice and fire his ass.Somewhere out there he?s saying (probably in Chinese) ?I still can?t believe they actually made it, and shipped thirty thousand units... Â
  5. Gifts From the Heart

    According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher. After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart. Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container. The student challenged his teacher: "Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?" The teacher replied, "You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter. Heartfelt gifts deserve the return gift of gratitude." I think we understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a ceramic tray or a macaroni bracelet, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea within the gift. Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart. Michael Josephson
  6. I need a dictionary too...

    Another case of where guys need a dictionary to really understand what women say... Enjoy
  7. Oh Yea!!! New toy...

    Just wanted to share a new concept car that we are working on...for the gear heads around the world... http://videos.streetfire.net/video/4df10546-e7e7-4b43-84fe-993600d36841.htm (until I can figure out how to get this vid working)Technical Specifications Body Hand-layed fiberglass composite Chassis Full tube frame with roll cage Engine - High mileage Honda engine - Turbo Charged 1500cc - 2 Stage single cam Vtec - Gasoline vapor fuel management system - power: 180 HP - 0-60 MPH in 5 seconds - 1/4 mile time of 12.9 seconds Transmission 5 speed standard, or 4 speed over drive automatic Front Suspension Honda CRX with fully adjustable coil over Rear Suspension Single sided swing arm with fully adjustable coil over Steering Porsche 911 rack and pinion (2.25 turns lock-to-lock) Front Brakes Front discs: 12.1" diameter vented and scallopped rotors, 4-piston calipers Rear Brakes 10" disc brakes Wheels & Tires Aluminum 18" X 8" front and rear Configuration Two seat tandem. - shoulder seat belts Dimensions - Wheelbase: 110” - Outside to outside track: 71.5" - Length: 174’’ - Height: 50“ - Dry Weight: 1400 lbs - Fuel Capacity: 10 gal. - Top speed: Electronically limited to 140 mph.Just wait till we get the new 400hp engine into it. Personal Land Jet anyone???
  8. Insight of the day.

    “A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rocks, Has Not Instinct and Energy Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters: Men Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.” - Dr. Orrison Swett Marden
  9. What tyoe of drunk are you?

    Mark Taylor gives us the not-so-usual answers.If bartenders simply poured drinks, their profession would be called bottletending. Pouring drinks is easy: ice, rum, coke; done. Bartenders tend bars, and where there are bars, there are drunks. Lots and lots of drunks. When people think about drunks, they might picture Barney from The Simpsons, or a brownbagging wino in the gutter, or maybe Uncle Gord and the bar-fridge full of Olympia he keeps in his garage. These we might call Stereotypical drunks. If everyone behaved like them when pissed, the world would be a boring place just as it would if everyone behaved exactly the same when sober.Drunks come in all kinds, like, for example, Good Time Charlies. In their other, more sober life, Good Time Charlies are usually bored suburban introverts who punch a clock for a living. But put one in a bar, pour a few pints in him, and watch out. Like an unstable cross between the Tasmanian Devil and Rodney Dangerfield, Good Time Charlies can t sit still and are hilariously inappropriate. A Good Time Charlie will work the room, introducing himself to anyone with a face and cozying up to couples at corner tables engaged in heart-to-hearts, asking them, So, what do you do for a living? Never violent or pretentious, Good Time Charlies are, well, good times though they do get punched out every now and again. Then there are the aggressive drunks, better known as Octopus Hands. Octopus Hands are the piss-tanks who, after a few too many belts, can't keep their hands to themselves and feel the need to fight, kiss, or bear hug (or all of the above) anyone they (quite literally) stumble into. Octopus Hands are unpredictable you don t want to cross paths with ruffians like these. That said, most bartenders would take an Octopus Hands over the more heinous and obnoxious examples of a Town Crier or Fun Bomb, any day of the week. Town Criers are cheap drunks who, as their name implies, are prone to crying into their beer at some point during their binge, usually over a past failed relationship. As for Fun Bombs, they re just as miserable as the Town Crier, but Fun Bombs will never, ever, cry. In truth, they d be funnier if they did. Instead, Fun Bombs just mope and refuse to have a good time, thereby ruining, or bombing, everyone else's fun. Imagine: If beer commercials depicted these sorts of sad saps instead of the handsome good-lookings and lovely ladies we're all used to, no one would ever drink -- and we simply can t have that. I get a kick out of the Glory Days drunk. This is a lush who used to be so-so at some sport in high school, but now, knee-deep in cheap pints of draft and sporting a spare tire, maintains he's the best there ever was. Sure you were buddy, sure you were. Best to just let Glory Days drunks have their moment, though egging them on can be fun too. Similar to the Glory Days drunk is the Weekend Bohemian. While Glory Days drunks live in the past, Weekend Bohemians reside in an as yet to be realized future. The Weekend Bohemian can be characterized quaffing a few glasses of wine or a novelty martini before bumming a cigarette from the first Good Time Charlie they see. Then, with everything just right, the Weekend Bohemian will begin to talk at great length, but with little depth, about the documentary, book, or play he or she is going to produce. A dead giveaway is when the Weekend Bohemian says something like "I'm all about the theatre", but is unable to describe the basic premise of their project. Indeed, many great works of art were conceived, nurtured and quickly forgotten while pontificating on barstools. Girl Drink drunks, as parodied on Kids in the Hall, are also a barrel of laughs, largely because we've all been through this phase. The Girl Drink drunk is unable to stomach the taste of alcohol unless it is diluted with fruit juice, milk, or soda pop. The funny thing about Girl Drink drunks is they're usually young males, so they should really be called Young Guy Drink drunks. Nevertheless, Girl Drink drunks will pound four or five *censored*tails in no time before the inevitable occurs -- they complain they can t taste the booze in their drink. So they demand doubles, triples, and even quadruples next time around and, needless to say, this type of souse can get stupid drunk. A few words for Girl Drink drunks: You can't taste the booze in your drink because you ruined it with Sprite, pineapple juice and grenadine. If you want to taste the booze, ditch the mix. Of course, there are many other kinds of drunks, none of which are perfect. That s what makes bellying up to the bar endlessly interesting, and tending one even more so. So what type of drunk are you?
  10. Its an adventure...

    "I used to think that going to the jungle made my life an adventure. However, after years of unusual work in exotic places, I realize that it is not how far off I go, or how deep into the forest I walk that gives my life meaning. I see that living life fully is what makes life - anyone's life, no matter where they do or do not go - an adventure."Maria FadimanGeographer and National Geographic Emerging Explorer
  11. no honor among thieves

    This world's a jungle There ain't no justice Laws of nature rule this land Better hide your horses Bury your whiskey Hold your woman any way you can, 'cause There ain't no right or wrong Nothin's carved in stone It ain't cheatin' if you don't get caught Joker's laugh and losers grieve 'cause Out here there's no honor among thieves That woman you've been lovin' She was another man's You stole her heart while his back was turned On every corner There's an outlaw waitin' Who want's to teach you what you've never learnedOut here there's no honor among thievesThis world's a jungle There ain't no justice Laws of nature rule this land So don't go cryin' when Her love goes flyin' to The thievin' arms of another man Out here there's no honor among thieves Toby Keith
  12. Stand Tall Like The Sunflower

    Here is your Friday story,Stand Tall Like The SunflowerI find it humorous sometimes that even the most mundane occurrences can have an impact on our awareness.My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we spent a lot of time and energy in the yard to get it looking like it does today. We live on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is encased by a professionally built rock wall. The front of the house though is another story because instead of a wall along the sidewalk the rocks appear to be just thrown up onto the dirt as if someone were in a hurry to finish.We did the best we could with what we had to work with and called this area our 'rock garden'. Whenever we had left over flowers or plants, Denise or I would stick them out front, just to bring some color to the area.I still do all of my own yard work, even the dreaded weed-pulling. After putting on my knee pads I assume the position to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little plant that I could not immediately identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise claimed that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could figure out what it was.Weeks passed and as I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a Sunflower. It was spindly looking with a tall skinny stalk and only one head on it. I decided to baby it along and weed around it. As I pulled rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something unusual. The Sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and grown under and around it to reach the sun.That's when I realized that if a tiny little Sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the capability of doing the same thing. Once our environment begins to see that we believe in ourselves like that little Sunflower, we can attain the same nourishment and nurturing as well.First, we need to believe in ourselves knowing we have the capabilities in achieving our desires. Like the Sunflower, it knew it had the capability to overcome its obstacle because it trusted in the Universal Truth and had faith it would succeed.Stand tall like the Sunflower and be proud of who and what you are and the environment will begin to support you. You will find a way to go under or around your big obstacle in order to reach your desires.From Tony Masiello
  13. you wanna hear something funny?

    There was a man who was drowning, and a boat came, and the man on the boat said "Do you need help?" and the man said "God will save me". Then another boat came and he tried to help him, but he said "God will save me".The man in the water drowned and went to Heaven. Then the man told God, "God, why didn't you save me?" and God said "I sent you two boats, you dummy!"
  14. Randy, you will be missed by us all. Although Randy was never as wild as I was, he was always there for every good party or event. He would have the ability to come to an event...at night... ....yet have the drive and determination to go to an orphanage the very next morning... Come to think about it.. I think he went to the orphanage straight after the event...without skipping a beat. Yea.. thats him.. still had enough power to go and visit kids... For those that wondered how he captured you for all of his photoshop when you weren't looking... All of us here on TF will always have a special spot for you in our hearts. You have touched so many in such a short time on TF... You will be missed.Cheers Mate
  15. Tip of the Day

    "Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you."Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1855-1919, Poet and Journalist