http://www.poynter.org/content/content_view.asp?id=5585 ABC news Primetime Live faked poor meat handling prices at food lion.

Dateline NBC General Motors investigation: GM placed incendiary devices in GM pickup truck to ensure gas tanks would explode.

And then, there's always the news show who put a non functioning revolver in a toy box in a pre school to see what the kids would do when they found it.

I don't seen any pattern of credibility in these types of reports but they don't get paid to be right. Oh well.

Heh, reminds me of Crysis when I ram the pickup truck into a building.

>> ^ant:
Ouch. That gal fell too. Maybe she needs to go too.


I'm sure they'll call in another pickup truck...

Good thing my porn buddy has a pickup truck.

This is a music performance but the audio sounds like I'm inside a paper bag that's been rustled constantly in the bed of a pickup truck that is racing in circles around an open-air concert bandstand. Can't someone upload decent audio of a musical performance for once? No upvote for crapola audio despite the prowess of the child genius.

>> ^chilaxe:
Upvote for seagulls laughing at the end.


Too damn funny. That made this clip.

I was expecting a tornado in a pickup truck

Wait - Darwin had a pickup truck?

Another ones but with an used pickup truck: http://www.boardsmag.com/screeningroom/commercials/6337/

I totally buy that we're possibly going through a warming trend. Cycles are a part of nature from the get go. There's just no way anyone can make me believe my pickup truck is to blame.

Verse 1
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died


So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Verse 2
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'


Verse 3
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'


Verse 4
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing


Verse 5
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing


Verse 6
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'


Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

They were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

@deathcow: It's usually the ones that talk about how big it is that have the size "issue". Not saying that you do, but it is a red flag to the ladies so you might wanna keep that talk on the dl IRL.

I wonder if there's an actual scientific study done linking the propensity to drive fast (or other adrenaline rushes) to penis size. Sometimes that same "small penis" link is attributed to guys with large pickup trucks or guys with nice cars, or souped up rides. Pretty much if you don't drive a beat down car (or a 68 Cadillac Coupe DeVille) you run the risk of being thought of as having a small penis.

Hmm. That wasn't a Humvee. It's a pickup truck. I can tell from the mirror. I would doubt they are soldiers, and that this was even Iraq. 1)No Kevlar 2) No Flak jacket 3)No weapon 4)Different colored clothing

Uh... Tundra? Twas clearly one of those poorly engineered American built Dodge Ram pickup trucks.

Evil but amusing video.

I resuced a seagull at the beach last year - literally: these kids were tormenting it with a stick or something. I was incredibly irritated by that - lousy parents!

Anyway, while I wanted to help, I also didn't feel like doing something stupid, so I went up to the local snack bar and got some dispoable gloves and a box - ironically an empty hot dog box was the perfect size to hold the wounded seagull.

Toronto has an animal ambulance, (seriously) but I was actually on our island, so it was going to take a long walk to get to the ferries, which would finally take me back to the mainland. Fortunatley I encountered a city works guy in a pickup truck - he kindly took the triage-box and said he would take it to the vet at the island zoo infirmary.

Oh sweet.

Heck, even if he couldn't save it (seagulls can be a nuisance and are incredibly numerous), at least it wouldn't have to suffer any longer. *Some* good hopefully came out of it.