To be perfectly honest, I was getting sick and tired of all his crap: snide remarks, sarcastic innuendos, criticism, and outright ridicule of me at every point, when all I was doing was trying to post thoughtful, insightful, friendly things. I think he singlehandedly managed to turn the entire board agasinst me.

So I decided to kill him. Friday night, as he came home from work, I ran over him in his own driveway. For insurance, I backed over him again. As that stupid Australian holding the snake in the FedEx commercial says: "In my business, you're either really, really sure or really, really dead. Well, at that point, I was really, really sure and The Raptor was really, really dead.

As you might guess, Mrs. Raptor was totally grief stricken, as were their two puppies, Milo and PJ. However, the deed has been done. If you're interested, I'm sure the upcoming services will be posted in the LA Times very soon. And, by the way, don't even think about going to the police with this. I have the world's greatest airtight alibi.

The Raptor is dead. Long live RaptorsGeoMetro. I hope you'll all now embrace my presence on the board without animosity or interference -- perhaps even with a newfound sense of enthusiasm.

By the way, if you think this is a joke, when was the last time The Raptor posted? Sometime last Friday. This is now Wednesday. Think about it.

 

I think Luke has a special surprise trip for you, RGM!

 

Do you think he really did it?

 

Yeah! Fess up or it's a trip to Colton for you buddy!

 

What's in Colton?

 

Here's a repost of a story from another thread...

Actually this is kinda a good story, at least I think it is, I'll let you be the judge. Sorry James, no pics. We didn't really want any evidence. Keep in mind we were in high school and there really was nothing to do in Colton.

A friend of mine had a beater ford escort that I think he got for about $200 dollars. The thing had finally died. I think he drove it without oil until it croaked. (Yes, he knew what he was doing.) He and another one of my buddies decided we were gonna ditch this thing out in the boonies once we had a little fun with it. I didn't really agree with dumping, but I knew there was no changing their minds so I just went along with it. One evening, five of us towed the thing up some old logging roads to a spot we had previously selected. A nice flat area with a hill on one end leading to a cliff. We towed the car up there one evening and proceded to bash it up with anything we could get our hands on. Rocks, bats, sledge hammers, etc.... After the bashing we pushed the car down the hill and off the cliff. Iit was still great to watch that thing tumble over the edge and hear it smash into things as it went down.

The next day my friend came up to me and he goes, "Oh shit, my mom found out." As it turns out, a man had been camping a little ways up the road. He was working for a logging company and was keeping an eye on the equipment and property. Well, apparently he heard us the night before and had been scared spitless. He said it had sounded like a pack of wild crazy bikers. The man had found the car the next morning a climbed down to take a look. The person responsible for "cleaning" the car had let a piece of paper in the car with a VIN still attached. Damn the luck! So he called my friends mom and she said she didn't know what happened. (She really didn't until then.) Well my friend had to call the guy and it turned out that he just assumed the car had been stolen and some damn hoodlums had done this evil deed. We never changed his impression. The funny part is that he even wanted the rear end of the car so he pulled it out with a skidder and even paid $20 bucks for it! Ha ha ha......we got away scott free and made $20 bucks! My friend got in trouble from his mom, but that was all that came of it.

 

Yeah RGM! You in big truble with my buddy Luke.

 

You would do this to me?

 

In a minute. Now bring Raptor back to life or you'll be accelarating 9.81 m/s.

 

Hell yeah! You killed George!