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The latest rage for kids is driving entire neighborhoods crazy. The whistle tip is welded inside a car's muzzler to make a car screachingly loud for over a mile. Neary ever muffle shop in oakland is installing whistle tips. It's a piece of metal welded into the exhaust pipes which make the car audible for over a mile.
Bub Rubb: "The whistles go Wooo! Woowoo! Then the flow. You can't trip on the flow. It's decoration man. it's just decoration. I got it on my car."
The high pitch tone sounds like a bart train that doesn't stop. It's a fad and it's not going to go away. It's driving me nuts. I can't concentrate when it goes on for hours.
"It's only loud in the morning. You should be up cooking breakfast. It's like an alarm clock."
Oakland residents plan to complain at a local town hall meeting. "Whatever people want, I'll sell it."
The White House in Washington D.C. is a place most never see. It's a hard warm place of mystery. Touch it, but can't hold it. McCain worked hard for this time in his life and won't let it pass him by. It's a push for the presidency. But he'll stay hungry through the fight. The democrats are cold, look beat, and ready for defeat. McCain doesn't need a second win. I'm a McCainiac, I'm a McCainiac on the floor. And I'm voting like I've never voted before. A McCainiac, a McCainiac on the floor. And I'm voting like I've never voted before.
You are a pirate. All aboard. Come aboard you little buccaneer. Do what you want because a pirate is free. Yar har fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me. Do what you want because a pirate is free. You are a pirate. We got us a map to lead us to a hidden box that's all locked up with locks and buried deep away. We'll dig up the locks; we know its filled with princess booty. (Precious booty?) Yar-har-fiddle-dee-de. If you love to sail the seas, you are a pirate. Har-har-fiddle-dee-dee. Do what you want because a pirate is free. We're sailing away. Adventure awaits on every shore. Land Ho!
The solar furnace simply uses mirrors to concentrate sunlight into extremely high temperatures. We're going to use it to cook a traditional American lunchtime hot dog on a stick. Well, we burnt it. It's not medium rare, is it? Can you de-dog my stick for me? I don't get asked to do that very often. Let's melt steal to demonstrate the real hot temperature capabilities. What you're looking at is a piece of steal being melted by the sun. There is more than enough heat here to knock the chemicals to form petrol into shape.
Ready for the old folks home? Just about to put grandfather in a rest home? Not sure if you'll be able to take care of your elderly family members? Never fear...
Have them play super bingo! Burngo bingo! Breakfast bingo. High stakes bingo. Popcorn balls for the winners, euthanasia for the losers. In house Shaman quartet? We got it. Live bears days, too. The fun never ends. Super bingo! You'll be able to afford lobster and steak mittens. Military hour bingo is a rush. Meowhour? If I could fly to ends of the earth, Muhammad and the Bee would be my favorite ABC show.
A white shirt, a red mini skirt, and bumping trip-hop techno make for one steamy scene. Daddy's daughter dances for all the boys until guess who walks in on her strip tease? Yup. Good old DAD! Dad catches tube teen dancing on webcam. Boy does he go bezerk.