As long as your recognize that random women don't really want to sleep with you it is the greatest city on earth.
Unfortunately, since this is a federally funded trip(thanks for all your support America), I'm staying in a toilet known as the Santa Fe Station.($70 cab ride to anything cool)There doesn't appear to be any women of choice around here. I head up to Mercury on Tuesday for a couple of days. And then back here again.
Yea but I also think people would be pretty upset if they found out their tax dollars were putting people up at the mirage.
Anyone ever buy a car long distance? I'm looking for my next car online and it's likely the best deal won't be in state, so I'm either going to have to fly out to pick it up or have it shipped to Minnesota. Trying to figure out the best way to go about this.
I have. I bought a car (1970 Ford Torino) in Waco, TX in early '07. I saw it on EBay, and called the seller to hold the auction. When I got there, the car was everything the seller represented, and I was not ripped-off. My dad bought his '07 Grand Marquis from a dealer in San Antonio, sight unseen, and I don't think he got ripped off in the slightest. However, some details about your situation might help. Who are you (planning on) buying it from? I trust that you are well versed on the value of the car in question. Do you live in a rural area without many car dealers? I live in an area where every seller thinks that their car is hot-shit, they want top dollar, and they DO NOT want to negotiate. For that reason, many people in the Asshole of Texas go to San Antonio, Corpus Christi or Houston to make a deal on a car.
I live in an urban area (St. Paul); the car I'm currently considering is for sale by an Omaha dealership. Any car I decide to buy will invariably come from a dealership because I've been advised to get a certified pre-owned for the model vehicle I'm getting.
I just got back from a trip to Vegas. I've wanted to go there for the past 10 years and when I finally do, it was disappointing as fuck. Here's my two sentence synopsis on Vegas. If you have a lot of money or you are a female with a pulse, you will have fun. If you are not these things, you're better off going to any other major city.
You mean a town that essentially advertises itself as a land of easy booze, women and money in order to make a lot of money for some rich white guys isn't actually what it purports to be? Right here in America? NOOOOOOOOO....
ZOMG! I cannot believe you have discovered this! Can you take a look at the Zapruder film? Report back.
I've bought 2 cars sight unseen from private sellers off e-bay and had them shipped to me. I wasn't disappointed with either, although with one of them I did talk to the seller over the phone for about an hour or so. These were more in line with collector cars then just your average run of the mill used car though, so they were deals between guys that are really into cars. This town and about 90% of the population have one goal in mind: Separate you from all your money and then ridicule you for being so dumb. It's a fucking cesspool. What I find hilarious is flying to Vegas the folks on the plane are all rowdy and excited. When flying out of Vegas, quiet as church.
I bought a car on eBay from a dealer and flew from Atlanta to Houston to pick it up. I still had the right to refuse it, but I took it and put 230,000 miles on it. I bought another car on Craigslist from a private individual. Sent the seller a $1000 Paypal deposit and drove to Charleston to pick it up with the balance in a certified check. We've put 90,000 miles on that car so far. No problems in either case, but I was very cautious. On the first I took it to a dealer and had it checked, plus they had most of its history. On the second the dealer had all its service records. What kind of car are you buying that you would only buy CPO? Doesn't sound like a good idea if you can't trust it without the warranty.
I don't know about y'all, but the Tattoo thread is my new favorite. Also...I really wish I could share some of my daily adventures. For example, sometimes I hypothetically deal with people with borderline personality disorder. OUTSIDE OF WORK, of course. Every run-in is a roller coaster of verbal abuse, manipulation and me covering my ass. It's fun and actually gives me something to laugh about afterwards. You know you are living life wrong if your nickname is Medusa.
So yesterday I'm in target, and my wife says to me: "I'm not sure about this whole Greek Yogurt thing." My response: "Why? Because it's probably fiscally irresponsible and probably gay?" I'm going to hell, aren't I?
Sorry if you experienced a slight outage of the site tonight... seems I forgot to renew the domain. All handled and everything should be back to normal. Well, "normal".