Fredagstråd

[Bjørn Hjellestad]

Vel fredagen er ikke den samme "uten en tråd" 

Har sett mange rare måter å senke bilen på, men synes denne tok kaken

RZR senking!

[orangenotch]

Legger inn noen specs fra EMPI.

[VW 181]

VANNvittig rått!!! I nr 2 snakker vi virkelig GUTTA PÅ TUR 

[Fralg]

Ny fredag i en ny måned!
Disse ser ut til å ha det elektriske, og kreative, i orden........

[Moshe]

Ja, det er utrolig hva en kan få seg til å gjøre...
... eller kjøpe..? 

[Moshe]

Fredag igjen, og her er en av mine favoritter - bare synd ikke Roger'en spiller hovedrollen...

[amubus]

Ikke noe med vw da men:

Her er en herlig historie skrevet av en barneskoleelev. Kos dere!!!!!!!!!!!

Historien om Kua

Kua er et husdyr... Men den kommer også utenfor huset. Og den lever ofte på landet, men den kommer også inn til byen, men bare når den skal dø. Men det bestemmer den ikke selv.
Kua har syv sider... Den øverste siden - Den nederste siden - Den forreste siden - Den bakerste siden - Den ene siden - Den andre siden - Og den innvendige siden.
På den fremste siden sitter hodet... Og det er fordi hornene skal ha noe å sitte fast på. Hornene er av horn og de er bare til pynt. De kan ikke bevege seg, men det kan ørene. De sitter ved siden av hornene.
Kua har to hull foran i hodet. De kalles ku-øyer.
Kuas munn kalles mule. Det er nok fordi den sier muuhh.
På den bakerste siden sitter halen... Den bruker den til å jage vekk fluer med, så de ikke faller ned i melka og drukner.
På den øverste siden - Og den ene siden - Og den andre siden, er det kun hår... Det heter ku-hår og har alltid samme farge som kua. Fargen til kua heter kulør.
Den nederste siden er den viktigste for der henger melka. Og når budeia åpner kranene så renner melka ut. Når det tordner så blir melka sur... men hvordan den blir det har jeg ikke lært meg ennå.
Kua har fire ben... De heter ku-ben. De kan også brukes til å trekke ut spiker med. Kua spiser ikke så mye, men når den gjør det spiser den alltid to ganger.
De fete kuene lager helmelk. Når kua har dårlig mage lager den ost. I osten er det hull. Men hvordan den lager hullene har jeg heller ikke lært ennå.
Kua har god luktesans... Vi kan lukte den på lang avstand.
Kuas valper heter kalver. Kalvens far heter okse, og det gjør kuas mann også. Oksen lager ikke melk og er derfor ikke et pattedyr.
Den som kommer og henter kua når den blir gammel heter ku-fanger. Den sitter ofte foran på biler. Så blir kua slaktet, man heller melka på pappkartonger som vi kan kjøpe på butikken. Kuas fire ben blir sendt til snekkeren. Det kalles gjenbruk.

Som man kan se er kua et nyttig dyr. Og derfor liker jeg kua veldig godt.


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[Moshe]

Fredag, fredag, fredag...... fredag....

Først i dag, en treboble for treska.... treskjærere...?




Vel og bra den, men hva med en 61-modell med litt futt...? Ser nesten ut som om det er min bil det der....





... og så en med masse knalle bilder....





.... og så til slutt .... den kjente 411-king-kong... 

[Frode]

Han der 411-king-kong tror jeg har vært medlem i vwacb!
Mener helt bestemt jeg så han på et arrangement en tid tilbake....... 

[FreddyB]

Så eg stakk meg såpass ut, altså.. 

[FreddyB]

Ein fredagshumorlesning.. Haha.. Genialt!

This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their anniversary.

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed.
I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

Awesome!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another.
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad....

I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!% !@*!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura (professional wrestler) ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again.
I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs.
The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"

Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself.
You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-.... that hurt like hell!!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantle of the fireplace. How did they up get there???
My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.

I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.

Still in shock,

Tommy

[FreddyB]

Hahaha.. Den første var så jævlig bra! Og den siste var sinnsvakt bra!