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So, Let 'em Ride has been good to me today.

I'll be donating a generous sum to whomever writes an original story and makes me laugh within this thread. Bonus dollars awarded for inclusion of construction related keywords pointing back to the http://www.edgewoodconstruction.com website like this:

An individual wishing to donate a generous sum of real cash in the Lee's Summit area will be given a designer kitchen with concrete counters.

Interior decorator?

Damn dude looks like you NAILED IT!

Once upon there was a pot-smoking Indian. He was raped by society. Everybody else lived happily ever after. The end.

Wow, what a great POST (and lentil)

I'm making chili. Does that help?

ROFL You win.

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my house looks like it was made in the 70's the brady bunch and gong show but i called phil at edgewood now thats not a problem anymore my wife lets me touch her in places i haven't in years so called edgewood today just bring over some good beer

OK, so it was my senior year of high school. I was just beginning to enjoy getting out for lunch every day (underclassmen had to stay at the school), but I usually stayed at school anyway. But on this day, I had forgotten my history textbook. OH NOES! What would I do? There was no way I could go home and get it in the 30 minutes we had for lunch. The walk was too far.

Or was it? Because I walked to school everyday, I knew of a bicycle that was often stashed at the back of the schoolyards, near the baseball field. Usually it was unsecured, because it was a shitty bike, and who would steal it, right?

Well, me. I walked to the back of the baseball field and there was my t(rusty) steed. Undaunted by the thought of breaking the law, I climbed aboard and pedaled for home. Once there, I got my book, slapped together a sandwich, grabed a Pepsi and headed back for school.

I parked the bike at the back of the baseball field with 10 minutes to spare. I was about to go back inside when I decided to leave a thankyou note. I scribbled it hastily on a piece of notebook paper and attached it to the handlebars.

It read:

THANKS FOR THE RIDE! :)

I never did see the bike again. :(

I <3 teh edgewoodconstruction.

Short and sweet:

I passed a truck this afternoon that was lifted like yours, with a decal on the back window that read:

"Lifted because fat girls can't jump."

A guy here in town has a Ratsun pickup that is lowered so much it will drag on a dog turd. There is a sign in the back window that says "No Fat Girls".