That one time I raced a Nissan Skyline GTR with my highly modified Traxxas X-Maxx the GTRs exhaust 2 step was louder then a gunshot so I literally had ear concussion
I think we all have that family member we don’t want to see at the big functions. Family reunions. Family cookouts. Family feuds with a rival family over the distribution of methamphetamine in the tri-state area. Family funerals. Family violent reprisals shattering the peace of an otherwise calm suburban neighbourhood which had thought that it could just ignore the fact that a predator was living in their midst. Family bowling night.
In the past, I’ve told you about my squabbles with my incredibly rich cousin from the old country, Blyat Safety-Switch. He drapes himself in the most exquisite clothes, flies first class everywhere, and pays a person to wash his car for him. That last one is a little confusing to me, but I’m assured that very rich people opt to forego the simple pleasures of the hands in order to attend more business meetings. Yeah, he’s a real dick, and I don’t care if my mom reads this one and phones me up super angry in the morning. He’s not in this story.
Closer to home is what I would call the “less extended” section of the clan. When I was a young kid, my older cousin Mort and I would work on RC cars together, only to inevitably crank up the current a little bit too far and blow up the primitive batteries of the era. Sure, you could break open disposable cameras, remove the flash capacitor, and improve your thirty-foot times, but we had no money, and the tourists had long stopped coming by our neighbourhood once that issue of Time Magazine about our living conditions faded into memory. Mort and I had to come up with a new source of energy, and unfortunately at that time Mort had gotten the internet.
You see, back then the internet was full of bullshit. Not like today, where that bullshit is precision-engineered by an interlocking matrix of advanced computers and bad-faith foreign operatives. No, back then it was just made by bored people. Or at least mentally ill ones. Mort would download all these textfiles from BBSes, and then he would excitedly tell me about the things he had found with the help of his trusty Apple III+. You can make napalm in a microwave using styrofoam. You can make napalm in a microwave using gasoline and a kitchen sponge. You can clean a microwave before your parents come home using a combination of lemon juice, baking soda, and a toothbrush.
So what happened to Mort? He’s gainfully employed now, at a complicated office job that involves using Excel to save all of humanity. In other words, he’s still a sucker. And if he comes to Maw-Maw’s cookout this weekend, he still owes me a Tamiya Lunchbox.
Tamiya 1/14 Scale RC Mercedes-Benz Arocs Tipper Truck Model Kit
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