Ralph Snart
Agent Provocateur
Near Death Star Inhabitant
DOOP Secretary
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From the DodgeChallenger forum:
Wow guys, thanks for the info.
I should have mentioned it before but I want a V8. Even though the V6 spec's out pretty nice power wise it shouldn't be tasked to haul around a 4200 lb car. It's simple physics and I'm surprised Dodge even made it an option.
Unit453, thanks for the input. That's pretty much what I was hoping (expecting?) to hear. You know what's up with the B-Bodies and that's the closest comparison I had to the Challenger.
Lito's, not sure if your being serious or just troll-baiting. Your "facts" have holes big enough to drive a Mack truck through and drag half of little China with it.
09 R/T, thanks for the link. Reading it for all it's worth.
HAL H, good info, but I really try to stay away from the numbers game when it comes to comfort. It's like the Futurama episode where Fry has to stay with Bender in his apartment. When Fry complains the next morning, Bender retorts with, "What, it's a 3 cubic meter space. I only take up 1.8 cubic meters, which leaves an extra 1.2 cubic meters for you." For the uninitated, Fry's a human and Benders a robot.
Besides, I was looking for a comparison in terms of B-Body vs. Challenger, not the 5th Gen. But from what I've read so far the Challenger is right up my ally.
Thanks!
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DonnyJC14
Crustacean
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Today, I saw a Futurama episode.
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DannyJC13
DOOP Secretary
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Don't worry, me and tnuk have reported him to marc.
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Tachyon
DOOP Secretary
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Kinda' lame but I saw a campaign sign while cycling today. It read "Frye for Council".
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DannyJC13
DOOP Secretary
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I'm talking about which of these things does freddo's friend do.
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Fnord
Starship Captain
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I heard about a problem called the toughest logic problem in the world. It's not directly related to Futurama, but I could imagine setting it in Futurama ...
Professor walks in, Amy is pulling a cart with three machines on it, each of which looks vaguely like the What-If machine. The rest of the gang is seated around the round table.
Professor: Good news, everyone! I have invented three machines. One always tells you the truth, one always lies, and one answers at random.
Fry: So which one tells the truth?
Professor: Oh, dear ... I can't seem to remember ...
Bender: Which one lies?
Professor: I can't seem to remember that, either.
Leela: (getting up to look at them) So how do they work?
Professor: Ah, that I do remember! You ask a yes-no question into the horn there, and the machine blinks either the orange light or the blue light as its answer.
Leela: Which one is yes, and which one is no?
Professor: Oh my, my memory isn't what it was ...
Amy: You mean I hauled out these **** machines for nothing?
Bender: Let's smash 'em!
At this point, the front door open, and in walks -
Professor: Wernstrom!
Wernstrom: Greetings, all! Thanks to my latest invention, the Hear-Through-Walls-Invention - which works - I have heard about your pathetic inventions here. I also have formulated one question which, when asked, will determine which machine tells the truth, and which color denotes YES.
Leela: Well, spit it out, or I'll kick it out!
Wernstrom: I was getting to that. The question is -
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Tedward
Professor
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Glancing over a crossword puzzle, I noticed that the clue for 44 Down was "Laughed derisively." Where's Sweet Clyde when you need him?
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Tedward
Professor
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The information section of my course registration worksheet has a blank for one's "cell telephone." That doesn't have as good a ring to it without that extra "phone" in the middle, but it still made me smile.
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Tachyon
DOOP Secretary
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I debated whether I should post this here or in the rant thread.
Earlier today I came back to the office from a short, intense bike ride, and walked upstairs to the locker room. it's a tiny affair with maybe 50-60 half lockers and two tiny benches, and has a single shower stall with a sliding privacy door. There is rarely ever more than one person using it at a time.
So I walked into the room and was shocked to see someone standing totally-butt-naked on the scale. Completely starkers. Naturally I turned my gaze and let out an involuntary Kif "Ugh". The dude was the spitting image of a real life Zapp Brannigan. About 6 feet tall, 30-something, stocky build, and yellow blond hair that even looked like Zapp's. "Geeze, dude", I thought, "If you're concerned that the weight of a towel might throw off the reading then at least put on some damn undershorts".
"I'm going to take a short shower.", he announced to the room, in a faux-baritone voice. At least he didn't roll his "R"s, too. I was turned away at the time, naturally, and rolled my eyes and let out a small sigh.
Of course he didn't close the sliding privacy door and when the water came on I was afraid that he's start singing, too. I wanted to leave but there's no way that I'd stroll around the office wearing skintight Lycra so I took out my phone and re-read some old text messages.
He was vain like Zapp, too, because when I looked at the scale I saw that he'd reset the sliding weight down to its last position (no chance he only weighed 174 pounds). After he came out I quickly dashed into the shower area to escape his droning on about the work he did for his company downstairs (we are in part of the upper floor). I hosed down the shower stall thoroughly before stepping into it, too.
The whole thing reminded me of the shower scene in War is the H Word.
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Gorky
DOOP Secretary
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Tachyon: That is so very, very icky. Did you at least try to keep your gaze nipple-high? (Also, did he have a velour towel?)
Anyway, Futurama-reminding-of thing: This morning on the drive to school, I was listening to this old Rise Against CD (which I happened to find a few weeks ago whilst cleaning my room; I thought I had lost it forever, so this was a wonderful development). The first song on the album contains the following line: "Neutrality means that you don't really care." But what the singer fails to realize is that neutrality actually means that you're a filthy, icy-hearted gray dude. Don't these musicians do their research?
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