Official Post Whoring Thread - Page 3 - Zilvia.net Forums | Nissan 240SX (Silvia) and Z (Fairlady) Car Forum

Steeles · 02-14-2003, 02:14 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Jeff240sx
I think I'm just gonna change the name of this thread...
-Jeff

haha I was like where did this one come from!?!?!

Quote:

mmmmmm.....strippers....mmmmm (waitin to turn 18 on the 25th, I'll go after then!)

man you'd be ****ed around here just about all of them in my area are 21 and up

MikeFD3S · 02-14-2003, 02:23 PM

p0sT wh0rn1g 0wN1j1zZ!

kerv · 02-14-2003, 04:20 PM

xS1LV1Ax · 02-14-2003, 06:26 PM

Posting, eh? I like posting ...hehe

KiDyNomiTe · 02-14-2003, 06:53 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by 96SEChick
And Nissanaholics!!

Hi, I'm Lauren. And I'm a Nissanaholic.

***rounds of applause***

Hi, I'm Simba. And I too am a Nissanaholic.

Is there a 12 step program to fix my addiction

.

I have accepted that I have a problem, what is ste 2?

KiDyNomiTe · 02-14-2003, 06:55 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Jeff240sx
1500 posts! Period! Once you can change your title to postwhore via the control panel, you may be a post whore. Untill then, you're Zilvia Junkies and Zilvia Members.
-Jeff

Edit: I'm really messing with ya, cuz I can legally be a postwhore!

Yay according to half of your post I can whore it up.

xS1LV1Ax · 02-14-2003, 07:16 PM

God Bless this thread...

...so bored....read the bottom of this guy's page (Personal Quote)
http://www.g2ic.com/members/premier/92jdmgsr/

96SEChick · 02-14-2003, 08:55 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by S1LV1A
...so bored....read the bottom of this guy's page (Personal Quote)
http://www.g2ic.com/members/premier/92jdmgsr/

LMAO @ his quote "I hate Nissan 240SX's" --probably because he still gets beat, even after all that $$ he put into the car.

KiDyNomiTe · 02-14-2003, 09:33 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by S1LV1A
God Bless this thread...

...so bored....read the bottom of this guy's page (Personal Quote)
http://www.g2ic.com/members/premier/92jdmgsr/

If anything he is just joking around, my friend would write something like that, he is getting an integra, soon, and I am getting an S13. And we always bocker about honda vs. nissan, but we never really take any of it seriously, just a little friendly rival that we will sort out sometime next year this time when I get my engine swap

.

If he actually does hate them (back to the 2nd gen Teg Owner), too bad for him, he is missing out

kandyflip445 · 02-15-2003, 12:58 AM

So since this is the "Official Post Whoring Thread"....does that mean I'm a post whore now and not a poseur!?!?!?!?!?

kandyflip445 · 02-15-2003, 01:01 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by S1LV1A
God Bless this thread...

...so bored....read the bottom of this guy's page (Personal Quote)
http://www.g2ic.com/members/premier/92jdmgsr/

WTF???? At least 240sx people don't try to make them off-road vehicles that are slammed!!!!!

Oh, and now due to this thread I now have over 400 posts and counting! THANKS SYKIKCHIMP!

**Phlip** · 02-15-2003, 09:28 AM

This not having a computer at home makes post slutting a little difficult, so I have some catching up to do...

whateverjames · 02-15-2003, 10:07 AM

whateverjames · 02-15-2003, 10:09 AM

1,900 posts. thank ya very much.

019 · 02-15-2003, 10:10 AM

hahahaha. nice topless chick!

whateverjames · 02-15-2003, 10:12 AM

whateverjames · 02-15-2003, 10:15 AM

uh oh

whateverjames · 02-15-2003, 10:16 AM

Uh oh part II

Apparition · 02-15-2003, 10:45 AM

All the cool kids are post whores.

Apparition · 02-15-2003, 10:47 AM

Hahahaha "We even dynoset different decal sets for you." the white banners add at LEAST 15 hp

kandyflip445 · 02-15-2003, 10:50 AM

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Love the wrong 'button' ones!

96SEChick · 02-15-2003, 12:33 PM

Male Tan lines:

96SEChick · 02-15-2003, 12:34 PM

hehe--this is sick:

96SEChick · 02-15-2003, 12:37 PM

One more whoring-post for now (kinda sick ending, but oh well):

Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her, and some of the males actually joined in.

One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!", he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him.

"OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am."

As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizeable erection in his hand.

"Oh, God," said Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again!"

*ca18guy* · 02-15-2003, 12:50 PM

worst...joke...ever!

KiDyNomiTe · 02-15-2003, 01:48 PM

Its story time.

This is a story about a girl named Lucy

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock of nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

Moral of the story is:
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

- Aesop Rock

Zemus · 02-15-2003, 01:54 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by whateverjames

AHAHAHAHHA thats freaking great

-E- · 02-15-2003, 03:16 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by 96SEChick
Male Tan lines:

96SEChick · 02-15-2003, 03:18 PM

We have heard more women are standing every day.

So after we looked into it, we found the number one reason.

The new womens urinal is a big hit. its sweeping
all the best places in the country.

Order your new womens urinal today.....
It is a little pricey, but we know it will change the way you feel about life.

Going to the restroom will never be the same

++++ see attachment

96SEChick · 02-15-2003, 03:21 PM

Some more pics (you'll need an unzip program--didn't want to do a new post for each pic)

02-14-2003, 04:20 PM	#63
kerv Leaky Injector Join Date: Jul 2001 Location: Canada Posts: 119 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	hi __________________ Kerv 89 Nissan 240sx FB Alberta Canada

02-14-2003, 06:26 PM	#64
xS1LV1Ax Zilvia Addict Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Some people call it a box. I call it home :) Age: 36 Posts: 641 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	Posting, eh? I like posting ...hehe __________________ PJ

02-14-2003, 07:16 PM	#67
xS1LV1Ax Zilvia Addict Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Some people call it a box. I call it home :) Age: 36 Posts: 641 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	God Bless this thread... ...so bored....read the bottom of this guy's page (Personal Quote) http://www.g2ic.com/members/premier/92jdmgsr/ __________________ PJ

02-15-2003, 10:10 AM	#75
019 Zilvia Addict Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: blacksburg, va Posts: 697 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	hahahaha. nice topless chick! __________________ Red '96 240sx www.streetdynamics.com

02-15-2003, 10:45 AM	#79
Apparition Zilvia Junkie Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Ontario Posts: 439 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	All the cool kids are post whores. __________________ 1990 240sx coupe sold

02-14-2003, 02:23 PM	#62
MikeFD3S Zilvia Member Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Torrance, CA Age: 41 Posts: 240 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	p0sT wh0rn1g 0wN1j1zZ!

02-15-2003, 12:58 AM	#70
kandyflip445 Post Whore! Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Arden, NC Age: 36 Posts: 4,460 Trader Rating: (1) Rides Gallery: kandyflip445 Feedback Score: 1 reviews	So since this is the "Official Post Whoring Thread"....does that mean I'm a post whore now and not a poseur!?!?!?!?!?

02-15-2003, 10:47 AM	#80
Apparition Zilvia Junkie Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Ontario Posts: 439 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	Hahahaha "We even dynoset different decal sets for you." the white banners add at LEAST 15 hp __________________ 1990 240sx coupe sold

02-15-2003, 10:50 AM	#81
kandyflip445 Post Whore! Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Arden, NC Age: 36 Posts: 4,460 Trader Rating: (1) Rides Gallery: kandyflip445 Feedback Score: 1 reviews	HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Love the wrong 'button' ones!

02-15-2003, 12:37 PM	#84
96SEChick Nissanaholic! Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Broken Arrow, OK Age: 44 Posts: 1,814 Trader Rating: (0) Feedback Score: 0 reviews	One more whoring-post for now (kinda sick ending, but oh well): Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her, and some of the males actually joined in. One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!", he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am." As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizeable erection in his hand. "Oh, God," said Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again!" __________________ Lauren '91 300ZX TT Ultra Red 5-speed - JWT POPCharger, JUN flywheel, ACT clutch, Energy Suspension Bushings, Tokico Blues - dyno'ed 295hp/306tq '94 300ZX TT Black Emerald Pearl 5-speed - JWT POPCharger, JWT ECU w/ Stillen chip, Stillen exhaust, Tokico Blues, Eibach ProKits, 18" Enkei RP-01 wheels - dyno'ed 333hp/385tq '00 WS6 Trans Am Bright Red 6-speedFOR SALE - only 29k miles, stock, fully loaded, only $23,999 (NADA $26300) Green Country Motorsports Northeastern Oklahoma SCCA

02-15-2003, 12:50 PM	#85
ca18guy Premium Member Join Date: Jul 2001 Location: Clearwater FL Age: 39 Posts: 3,226 Trader Rating: (0) Rides Gallery: ca18guy Feedback Score: 0 reviews	worst...joke...ever!

02-15-2003, 01:48 PM	#86
KiDyNomiTe Post Whore! Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Chicago Age: 35 Posts: 6,296 Trader Rating: (0) Rides Gallery: KiDyNomiTe Feedback Score: 0 reviews	Its story time. This is a story about a girl named Lucy Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was joshua, age 10 Bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed And believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, And she stopped- "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered everyday at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors, Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??" Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock of nothin She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died. Moral of the story is: You can dream a little dream Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always chase But never get it - Aesop Rock __________________ PROCEED Grip Gambler

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