center console

[PR CB7]

ive read that aparently the bb6 prelude center console fits our cars

[Mista Juice]

ok?

[PR CB7]

true or false

[CustomLowz]

Pickles

[Mista Juice]

cantalope

[scudweiser]

It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, CustomLowz, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling abnormally relieved, CustomLowz backhanded a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he realized that his beloved BB Center console was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, PR CB7. CustomLowz had known PR CB7 for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were flamboyant ones. PR CB7 was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... clueless. CustomLowz called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

PR CB7 picked up to a very ecstatic CustomLowz. PR CB7 calmly assured him that most legless puppies yawn before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually indiscriminately panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting CustomLowz. Why was PR CB7 trying to distract CustomLowz? Because he had snuck out from CustomLowz's with the BB Center console only nine days prior. It was a eccentric little BB Center console... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before CustomLowz got back to the subject at hand: his BB Center console. PR CB7 panicked. Relunctantly, PR CB7 invited him over, assuring him they'd find the BB Center console. CustomLowz grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, PR CB7 realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the BB Center console and he had to do it fearlessly. He figured that if CustomLowz took the time machine, he had take at least nine minutes before CustomLowz would get there. But if he took the CB7? Then PR CB7 would be ridiculously screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, PR CB7 was interrupted by eight insensitive PedoBears that were lured by his BB Center console. PR CB7 shuddered; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he skillfully reached for his ninja star and recklessly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the CB7 rolling up. It was CustomLowz.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, CustomLowz was out of the CB7 and went wildly jaunting toward PR CB7's front door. Meanwhile inside, PR CB7 was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the BB Center console into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his rhinocerus. PR CB7 was exasperated but at least the BB Center console was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' PR CB7 surreptitiously purred. With a calculated push, CustomLowz opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering spite-toting jerk in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,' he lied. 'It's fine,' PR CB7 assured him. CustomLowz took a seat alarmingly close to where PR CB7 had hidden the BB Center console. PR CB7 turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But CustomLowz was distracted. Giggling like schoolgirl, PR CB7 noticed a dimwitted look on CustomLowz's face. CustomLowz slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

PR CB7 felt a stabbing pain in his taint when CustomLowz asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the BB Center console right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on CustomLowz's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. CustomLowz nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before PR CB7 could react, CustomLowz thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The BB Center console was plainly in view.

CustomLowz stared at PR CB7 for what what must've been six nanoseconds. Before anyone could take off their pants, PR CB7 groped surreptitiously in CustomLowz's direction, clearly desperate. CustomLowz grabbed the BB Center console and bolted for the door. It was locked. PR CB7 let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, CustomLowz,' he rebuked. PR CB7 always had been a little annoying, so CustomLowz knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before PR CB7 did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his BB Center console tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

PR CB7 looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from CustomLowz. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for CustomLowz. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. PR CB7 walked over to the window and looked down. CustomLowz was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, CustomLowz was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind PR CB7's place. CustomLowz had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral PedoBears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the BB Center console. One by one they latched on to CustomLowz. Already weakened from his injury, CustomLowz yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of PedoBears running off with his BB Center console.

About six hours later, CustomLowz awoke, his armpit throbbing. It was dark and CustomLowz did not know where he was. Deep in the humid swamp, CustomLowz was abnormally lost. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he remembered that his BB Center console was taken by the PedoBears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a little PedoBear emerged from the bush. It was the alpha PedoBear. CustomLowz opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the PedoBear sunk its teeth into CustomLowz's love handle. With a faint groan, the life escaped from CustomLowz's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than ten miles away, PR CB7 was entombed by anguish over the loss of the BB Center console. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened potato. With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his kidney. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about CustomLowz... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the BB Center console that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant PedoBears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

LOLz!!1

[turbo90accord]

longest cb7tuner single post in history!

[MikeW]

Not by a longshot. Thats actually fairly short.

Give it a try. If it fits...DO WORK.

[PR CB7]

PR CB7 was unique
PR CB7 calmly assured him that most legless puppies yawn before mating
PR CB7 was interrupted by eight insensitive PedoBears that were lured by his BB Center console.
PR CB7 surreptitiously purred

he tossed the BB Center console into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his rhinocerus.

Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet albino cats

CustomLowz was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind PR CB7's place.

CustomLowz had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident


i am so stunned right now, i already rolled on the floor, my tummy hurts bad

[new_beginnings]

LOL to all y'all...


As with all non-cb related items, modification will be necessary. Not much but there is some needed. Specific arear will be the ebrake area...


Trev...

[GHOST 2.2]

longest cb7tuner single post in history!

scott holds the title.