Joshua Smith wrote:Dude, you're just lucky it doesn't want to use you. Seriously. It keeps breaking out of my dive-locker and tearing up the neighbor's lawns....it knocked up a lesser CCR a few blocks away, last summer.....and it totalled my wife's car 2 weeks ago. It won't talk to me any more, it just grunts and shrugs while it's raiding the fridge....It listens to music that sounds like 3 racoons being fed into a blender, slowly, but with LOTS of bass...I think I saw a huge new tatoo on its lower back yesterday when it was getting out of the shower....When I ask it where it's been, it just flashes gang-signs at me...This thing is out of control, I'm telling you.....I need to go on the Jerry Springer Show with it, or something...."Help! My Out of Control Meg Is Running My Life!"
this is what happens when you coddle and baby your meg all through it's childhood. no boundaries or respect are established early, so that when you try to assert yourself when they're older they just rebel.
my singles rig may look like a lil wimpy hp119, but i raised it right. it gets nothing but straight A's at school, does the household chores (dishes, laundry and the lawn) and even volunteers on off weekends at a local homeless shelter. no back-talking, always polite and a healthy respect for all adults is what make me safe and secure at 100'. last thing i want is my rig to bail on me to go chase some hot piece of Tusa BCD or to start some beef with a rival rEvo.
good luck, my friend. i hope your meg straightens out before it ends up in prison, under the watchful eye of Pez.