I used to do this with Honda cars back in the early 80's. One day I was in Palm Springs and this super hot girl got out of her Honda to go in and eat at El Tarraza's(?) an mexican food restaurant right on Palm Canyon. I was with several of my friends walking the blvd. like thousands of others did back then during the holiday. I told them to watch and I put the entire car on the sidewalk. Up over the curb and everything. It bocked nearly the whole thing. People are watching and everything. I had several cop friends in Palm Springs back then so I wasn't ever worried about getting in trouble. (another long story). So anyway, we wait around till she comes out which was about 15 minutes or so not long. She was with a couple other girls and they come out and she just stands there with her face in her hands. I come over and ask her if she needed help. Alot of the people there (regulars) called me Tarzan can I was built pretty good and I always wore shorts, no shirt and no shoes (only flip flops or barefoot which was really hard). In fact a few of the restaurants including the one she was in had a shirt required policy and I had a shirt in the closet at them so I could eat there if I wanted. Anyway, so I offer me help to this girl and she wanted it badly. So I put the car back into the street and she was happy enough to meet me at a party at a house my friend was renting and we ended up together. She was very very hot and I remember her telling me her dad played pro baseball a long time ago. Her name was Crystal Sutton. I will never forget her. Sorry about the long story. But I loved picking up those old Honda's
I find it hard to believe that a fat bastard such as yourself could even lift yourself out of bed in the morning without help, let alone lift a ton car. But of course we know better. This is just another one of your lies, to add the billion bullshit stories you've told over the years. You've known Jean Claude Van-Damme, Stallone, Rickson Gracie, Robert DeNiro and you hanged out with all of them. You've climbed Mount Everest, been on a space station, sweam with Great Whites on the Australia reef and wrestled Nile crocodiles in Africa. You were there at the Royal Swedish Academy when Einstein won his Nobel for his paper on the photoelectric effect, and you even reviewed his work by Einstein's own request before he presented it, but this was nothing compared to when you watched Mozart perform his Ninth Symphony live in Vienna for the first time, or when you catched a baseball at the New York Mets stadium swung by Mickey Mantle. Ah, "Onlyme", your eclectic globetrotting persona is only matched in magnanimity by your longevity that puts Sequoia trees to shame and by your Renaissance Man level of culture, sophistication and joie de vivre.
SUCKMYMUSCLE
