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Eli Rowbinowitski
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in a dark dark place
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33 years old
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Male
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ABOUT ME
Corn Fed Missouri Boy. Too much
corn...
I live in a smallish town, I have
a place out in the sticks with
some great back roads for mild to
moderate wheeling. Need a snorkle
for some spots. I like the out of
doors, women (my wife of course,
no one else...ehem...). Camping
involves a tent, a fire, alchohol
and some food. If your camping
gear includes climate control, you
are not camping. I have built
racing engines, houses, barns,
databases, and vans at different
parts of my life. I was homeless,
I lived in a tent and lived in a
cabin with my wife and girls with
no running water and a woodstove
to heat and cook on. Best
memories of my life there...
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STATISTICS
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Join Date: 12-23-2008 |
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Total Posts: 525
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Last Activity 11-20-2009 |
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Year & Model
2000 TJ Wrangler |
Engine
4.0 |
Transmission
5-speed |
Transfer Case
np231 |
Front Axle
dana 30 |
Rear Axle
dana 35 |
Gear Ratio
3.07 |
Suspension
RC 3.25 |
Tires
Uniroyal Liberator A/T 31x10.5 |
Wheels
Ecco |
Recovery
recovery strap and hooks |
Accessories
Upol raptor liner, satin beige mettalic.
Smittybilt CRS and Bestop Bikini Safari top. |
Future Mods
lockers/limited slip |
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INSTALLED PRODUCTS
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BRADTHEBARD'S FRIENDS (3 Mutual) |
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FORUM SIGNATURE |
2000greenTJ
1954 CJ3B
A locked door is like a man
who has tripped.
Waste is a terrible thing to
mind.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
XtrailratedJ
Why
me? Why now? It takes everything inside
me not to scratch myself...
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if you care
for poetry and lyrics check out
mine. |
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LATEST BLOG ENTRY
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11/06/2009
It is midnight in the city here.
I have just downed mexican beer.
The door is locked there's naught to fear,
The taste of things are far from near.
I drive you to a parking lot,
We leap the rail, ask whatcha got,
A note to you I quickly jot
And see the gun that you ain't shot.
A peso for a moment now,
A peso if you show me how,
A peso for to kiss me mouth,
A peso for to take you down.
Wear the slinky silken dress,
Wind will make your hair a mess,
We could always stroll I guess,
I'll walk you for a peso less.
A peso less....
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| ctown67 05/11/2009 11:21 AM you are a mess, and your psyche is
a pool of nasty incongrous sludge.
I like that, it is something my
puss filled brain can relate to.
thanks |
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