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Gristle is gone... [Dec. 27th, 2002|09:11 pm]
Jasmine Becket-Griffith
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Gristle is gone. We had a love/hate relationship. Gristle was my first (and only) car. He was a White 1984 Camaro. He first belonged to my father - it was our family car while I grew up. My dad, my sisters and I went on many memorable vacations in it - Disneyland, Mesa Verde, San Francisco, etc. My dad was going to get rid of it when I was 16 since the engine was shot. He told me that if I fixed it up I could have it. So, I got the engine rebuilt and (a couple of YEARS later, when I got my license) I drove Gristle back and forth from college for five years. One time when I was driving to school somebody hit Gristle and smashed up Gristle's face. I put dozens of highly offensive bumperstickers on Gristle's bottom. Last year when I graduated, I stopped driving Gristle. Since I no longer needed to go to school, I pretty much stopped driving. Months would go by between drives. Then once when I was driving to Kachina's house, Gristle started making loud and expensive noises and unplanned movements. So, I ceased driving Gristle. He really started to piss me off. When I'd pass him in the parking lot I'd kick him (sometimes people would see me and glare - not knowing that it was my car!). The apartment complex repeatedly threatened to tow Gristle, but I think that it was mainly because of the bumper stickers. I couldn't shove Gristle into the Missouri River because my father's name was on the title since I never technically got it signed over to me. I was hoping that Gristle would get stolen. Instead, Matt's car was stolen, which pissed me off further. Today there was a tow notice (not surprising, since the plates are expired) and Gristle wouldn't start. We towed him back to my dad's house and he is now resting in his driveway. I relinquish my ownership of Gristle. And such is the circle of life....

[User Picture]From: foxmagic
2002-12-27 10:00 pm (UTC)
That's a sweet story. :)

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[User Picture]From: smallgirl
2002-12-28 04:17 pm (UTC)
poor, poor gristle.
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[User Picture]From: kaokame
2002-12-28 08:59 pm (UTC)

DO not feel sorry for gristle!

Gristle was a constant pain in my arse. I hate gristle.
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From: (Anonymous)
2002-12-29 09:12 pm (UTC)

Now it is I who deals with Gristle

Being Jasmine's sister who still lives at her father's house, I now must contend with Gristles presence. I have been told by Daddy that if I can find someone to BUY Gristle, I will get half the money. Unfortunately, I do not think ANYONE would buy Gristle. We shall see. -Amber
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[User Picture]From: jasminetoad
2002-12-29 11:36 pm (UTC)

Re: Now it is I who deals with Gristle

Hi Amber!!! You should get on LJ ;)

If only you could sell it to Nelson Muntz's father (from the Simpsons). I'm sure he could use a good shootin' car...

Or you could sell it to the "Let's Make a Deal" game show (you know, for the "gag" prize behind door number two)...

Lol, you could sell it to James...

Or you could sell it to Uncle Nelson (remember how he bought Sonya's car for $100, washed it, and turned around to sell it for $200?)...

The possibilities are endless!

On a strange whim, I visited www.gristle.com - it seems to be some sort of pointless flash site where you click on one random image to get to another random image. Looky at this one: http://www.gristle.com/pages/10.html

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