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Flick Trix Bomber Bikes - GT Bicycles
Price : $9.99 $7.99
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: - The simple design has no removable parts to lose or fall off, making this bike virtually indestructible
- With soft rubber tires and a low profile top tube, you can easily pull off amazing stunts and tricks
- Real bikes, unreal tricks
- Includes one complete bike
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Flick Trix Matt Beringer's Backyard Miniramp with Bonus DVD
Price : $34.99 $5.25
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: - Use your fingers to do rad BMX tricks
- Replica of Matt Beringer's actual mini ramp and bike
- Real working parts
- Collectible miniture bikes use licensed graphics
- Bonus DVD included
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Flick Trix are the only collectable miniature replica BMX bikes that use authentic licensed graphics, making them the most realistic, authentic toy bikes featuring the hottest brands in BMX today. With real working parts and inter-changeable handle bars, you can perform the ultimate in super cool bike tricks.How do you ride them? With your fingers! Just put one finger on the seat and another on the handlebars. To work the brakes, you simply press down with your index finger on the neck assembly between the handlebars. With Flick Trix you can perform crazy jumps, flips, tail whips and much more!Cut loose and craft your BMX skills on the Matt Beringer Skate Ramp! It's a Replica of Matt Beringer's actual mini ramp and bike!
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Flicktrix Bomber Bikes - KHE Bike
Price : $9.99 $6.99
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: - The simple design has no removable parts to lose or fall off, making this bike virtually indestructible
- With soft rubber tires and a low profile top tube, you can easily pull off amazing stunts and tricks
- Real bikes, unreal tricks
- Includes one complete bike
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Flicktrix Bomber Bikes - FITBikeco
Price : $9.99 $6.99
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: - The simple design has no removable parts to lose or fall off, making this bike virtually indestructible
- With soft rubber tires and a low profile top tube, you can easily pull off amazing stunts and tricks
- Real bikes, unreal tricks
- Includes one complete bike
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Flick Trix Dew Tour Ramp
Price : $19.99 $9.79
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: - Hit the trails with these realistic replicas of actual Dirt Jumps ridden by BMXers around the world
- Choose from either the Step Up Set or the Hip Set, Step Up Set and Land your highest jumps as you go from low to high on this 90 degree big air obstacle
- A new generation of finger bikes brings the best of today?s technology together with the coolest bikes of today, including Fit Bike Co, Hoffman Bikes, Mirraco, Mongoose, S&M, Sunday and more
- Do backflips, 360s and tailwhips to ride like the pros
- 1 Ramp/jump
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Question : Help Buying a Road bike?
hi, im a college kid, freshman year and im in need of a road bike. im sick of my 7th grade mountain bike from toys r us. its rusted and heavy and tires are fat as hell. I just want a bike thats thin, with wheels as thin as my finger. I don't need anything fancy. if it has brakes and it works. I want it. I don't need some 26 speed crap. But i found this on craigs listhttp://richmond.craigslist.org/bik/2177557920.htmlthe owner is a littler over 6 and with the seat all the way down he couldn't straighten out his legs. And im 5ft 10 so i might be able to fit this bike nicely. And i need to replace the brake pads in the fronthow much would that cost me?do u think this is a good deal or a shady rip off? Like idk much about bikes but all the bike shops i check out online are like 1,000 dollars. If u pay 1,000 dollars for a fucking bike ur crazy unless ur trynna get into the tour de france.No the guy that is 6 ft said HIS KNEES BEND if he sits on the seat lowered all the way down and he tries to straighten his legs out. Which means if he puts the seat up a few inches his legs will be straight.if i can keep the seat at the bottom position it might be perfect or maybe just a little shorter, which i could easily fix by raising the seat. and i'm 5 ft 10 and hes a littler over 6. so only a 2 inch difference or so.so he can fit the bikewhat do u guys think about this bike for 90 bucks?http://richmond.craigslist.org/bik/2199116122.htmlanother poster said anything made before 1981 would be horrible from this companyone person said the bike fram was too small for a 5'10 person ( my height )and i have to straighten out the rear wheel. So could u guys give me feedback on this bike too?
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Post states, "Only problem is that the rear wheel is out of alignment, needs to be taken to a bike shop to be trued out but this is no big deal."That's just plain BS. Be very, very careful buying anything from craigslist. Test the bike extensively. Talk him/her down on price.
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Question : Should I file for divorce?
For the past several years I have been unhappy in my marriage and recently have been seriously considering filing for divorce. My husband and I have been married for 7 years, together for 8. When we married I knew he was a heavy drinker but it wasn't until a couple years into the marriage that I realized he was actually a full blown alcoholic. I moved from a different state and only knew him for a few months before moving in with him (I know I'm stupid). I thought he would just drink when he got home from work but I found out he actually drinks all day at work because he almost got fired for it. After learning about that, he confessed to me that he was addicted to pain pills. I know all of you are probably saying how could I not know this but my husband was very good at hiding this from me. He would never take them in front of me and he never mentioned it around me. He is now in a rehab program for pain pills but has done nothing about the alcoholism.My husband has never helped me financially. For many years we lived in an apartment until I could save up the money to buy a house. The house is in my name and I am the sole contributor to the mortgage. My husband will, once in a blue moon, give me $40 or $60 and thinks that is enough. He blames this on that he has to pay child support. He is supposed to pay $130/week however, he only gives his mom money for it every other weekend because the only time we see her is when she brings his son over and he only gives her a portion of the $130. I know this because she tells me about it. She also pays for his car insurance and his cell phone bill. He even owed on taxes this year so his mom paid it for him. He does not have a bank account so that's why his mom has to do all this as I refuse to because I know he will never pay me back and I pay for everything else. We also have pets which not only do I pay for everything for them (food, treats, vet, medicine, etc) but I am the sole-caregiver. I clean the litterboxes and give the cats food and water. I let Milo (dog) out to potty and give him food and water, I clip his toe nails, bathe him, and take him for walks.My husband constantly threatens and verbally abuses me. This used to only happen every once in awhile but now it has become a common occurrence. I went to work Friday and then to the grocery store and came home to him calling me a lying whore. He constantly accuses me of infidelity, he constantly calls me names, cusses at me, and puts me down. He threatens to burn the house down, knock the shed down, put a bullet in my head, beat my dad up, shoot my brother. Says he has cameras on the house watching me. Says he has a GPS app on his phone which constantly tracks me. He tries to intimidate me by saying "I better be home when he gets home from work or there will be problems" or "I better check-in with him before going anywhere or there will be problems". He acts as though he is my boss or my parent and I am a child. The only places I go are work or the grocery store. I have asked him to leave several times but he refuses. I went to the police station and filed a report which has been assigned to a detective.If that all wasn't enough I also do all the cleaning, cooking, and yard work while he plays with what he calls his "toys". R/C trucks, R/C airplanes, R/C helicopters, dirt bikes, mopeds, motorcycles, guns, etc. His motto is "the man with the most toys in the end wins". He also has very poor personal hygiene. He rarely brushes his teeth-two of his front teeth had to be pulled a couple years back and many more have been just falling apart-his teeth are brown in color. He rarely bathes and most of the time I cannot sit near him because he smells. His finger nails and toe nails constantly have black stuff under them. I told him yesterday I have been looking around for divorce lawyers. His response was that he will fix it which I have heard about a billion times. Then he told me that I had all this planned out and that I'm not even willing to give it a chance. I told him a person can only take so much abuse and when it gets past a certain point it just cannot be fixed. I have no feelings toward him because of all this. When I spoke with his mom last month about him threatening me she begged me to give him another chance and promised she would talk him into in-patient alcohol rehab. Nary a word has been said about the rehab since.I'm pretty sure I will be contacting a family law attorney within the next week or so for a consultation. I just am scared about the whole divorce thing. I wish I was stronger.
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For the past several years I have been unhappy in my marriage and recently have been seriously considering filing for divorce. My husband and I have been married for 7 years, together for 8. When we married I knew he was a heavy drinker but it wasn't until a couple years into the marriage that I realized he was actually a full blown alcoholic. I moved from a different state and only knew him for a few months before moving in with him (I know I'm stupid). I thought he would just drink when he got home from work but I found out he actually drinks all day at work because he almost got fired for it. After learning about that, he confessed to me that he was addicted to pain pills. I know all of you are probably saying how could I not know this but my husband was very good at hiding this from me. He would never take them in front of me and he never mentioned it around me. He is now in a rehab program for pain pills but has done nothing about the alcoholism.My husband has never helped me financially. For many years we lived in an apartment until I could save up the money to buy a house. The house is in my name and I am the sole contributor to the mortgage. My husband will, once in a blue moon, give me $40 or $60 and thinks that is enough. He blames this on that he has to pay child support. He is supposed to pay $130/week however, he only gives his mom money for it every other weekend because the only time we see her is when she brings his son over and he only gives her a portion of the $130. I know this because she tells me about it. She also pays for his car insurance and his cell phone bill. He even owed on taxes this year so his mom paid it for him. He does not have a bank account so that's why his mom has to do all this as I refuse to because I know he will never pay me back and I pay for everything else. We also have pets which not only do I pay for everything for them (food, treats, vet, medicine, etc) but I am the sole-caregiver. I clean the litterboxes and give the cats food and water. I let Milo (dog) out to potty and give him food and water, I clip his toe nails, bathe him, and take him for walks.My husband constantly threatens and verbally abuses me. This used to only happen every once in awhile but now it has become a common occurrence. I went to work Friday and then to the grocery store and came home to him calling me a lying whore. He constantly accuses me of infidelity, he constantly calls me names, cusses at me, and puts me down. He threatens to burn the house down, knock the shed down, put a bullet in my head, beat my dad up, shoot my brother. Says he has cameras on the house watching me. Says he has a GPS app on his phone which constantly tracks me. He tries to intimidate me by saying "I better be home when he gets home from work or there will be problems" or "I better check-in with him before going anywhere or there will be problems". He acts as though he is my boss or my parent and I am a child. The only places I go are work or the grocery store. I have asked him to leave several times but he refuses. I went to the police station and filed a report which has been assigned to a detective.If that all wasn't enough I also do all the cleaning, cooking, and yard work while he plays with what he calls his "toys". R/C trucks, R/C airplanes, R/C helicopters, dirt bikes, mopeds, motorcycles, guns, etc. His motto is "the man with the most toys in the end wins". He also has very poor personal hygiene. He rarely brushes his teeth-two of his front teeth had to be pulled a couple years back and many more have been just falling apart-his teeth are brown in color. He rarely bathes and most of the time I cannot sit near him because he smells. His finger nails and toe nails constantly have black stuff under them. I told him yesterday I have been looking around for divorce lawyers. His response was that he will fix it which I have heard about a billion times. Then he told me that I had all this planned out and that I'm not even willing to give it a chance. I told him a person can only take so much abuse and when it gets past a certain point it just cannot be fixed. I have no feelings toward him because of all this. When I spoke with his mom last month about him threatening me she begged me to give him another chance and promised she would talk him into in-patient alcohol rehab. Nary a word has been said about the rehab since.I'm pretty sure I will be contacting a family law attorney within the next week or so for a consultation. I just am scared about the whole divorce thing. I wish I was stronger.
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Question : Where can you get finger bikes that come with little guys that ride them?
I used to have on and it was my favorite toy ever with bending knees elbows all of that?
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Ebay. I have some old ones, but they are worth alot now!!!
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Question : where can i get finger bikes?like those little bmx toys?where bouts in australia can i get one of them?
i live on the gold coast so nobody say wal-mart or n e american compainies please help me?????????
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For the longest time, Subway used to give them away in their Kids Meals - they may still (don't know if u have Subway in Australia). My 5 year old daughter thinks they are for her Kelly Barbie dolls.
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Question : A parent's night before Christmas?
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the houseI searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.Instructions were studied and we were inspired,In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,While Dad and I faced the evening with dread:A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot!And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat....Let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;If we can't get it right, it goes in the basement!When what to my worrying eyes should appear,But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,With each part numbered and every slot named,So if we failed, only we could be blamed.More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,All over the carpet they were scattered about."Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand.""Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."And then in a twinkling, I knew for a factThat all the toy dealers had indeed made a pactTo keep parents busy all Christmas Eve nightWith "assembly required" till morning's first light.We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt.The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thinBefore we attached the last rod and last pin.Then laying the tools away in the chest,We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.But I said to my husband just before I passed out,"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,And not have to run to the store for a thing!We did it! We did it! The toys are all setFor the perfect, most perfect, Christmas, I bet!"Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went,Though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded...I'd forgotten that batteries are never included!
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had a few jokes set aside for today, no good now the standard is too good, besides youve nicked half of em.star awarded
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Question : A Parent's Christmas?
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the houseI searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.Instructions were studied and we were inspired,In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,While Dad and I faced the evening with dread:A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot!And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat....Let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;If we can't get it right, it goes in the basement!When what to my worrying eyes should appear,But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,With each part numbered and every slot named,So if we failed, only we could be blamed.More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,All over the carpet they were scattered about."Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand.""Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."And then in a twinkling, I knew for a factThat all the toy dealers had indeed made a pactTo keep parents busy all Christmas Eve nightWith "assembly required" till morning's first light.We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt.The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thinBefore we attached the last rod and last pin.Then laying the tools away in the chest,We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.But I said to my husband just before I passed out,"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,And not have to run to the store for a thing!We did it! We did it! The toys are all setFor the perfect, most perfect, Christmas, I bet!"Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went,Though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded...I'd forgotten that batteries are never included!
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Brilliant one.
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Question : Read My Story...? What Do You Think?
I am trying to write a novel. Okay I know I have asked this before but I have added more and I have edited it a tiny bit. Please be honest about what you think about it. Yoiu don't have to read it all. . . but if you could just read some of it and tell me what you think? thanks... here it is:I peered out the foggy widow, trying to see thought it. It was cold out side, but at least it had stopped raining. I jumped out of my seat, when I heard a loud noise. Thunder. Then the rain came. Just as I had thought it was over. Well, I knew it was going to be a horrible day, but it really didn’t help that it was raining. Rain always made me feel miserable “Once more, I am very sorry about making you move, again, it’s just. . .” Mary let her voice trail off. She looked at me in the rear view mirror her dull, blue eyes filled with sorrow.“Stop feeling sorry for me, I’m fine Mary. It’s always been this way, and it always will be this way.” I saw her grip on the steering wheel tighten. There was silence for awhile.“Paige I’ve told you this before, please call me Mrs. Jones.” Mary finally answered. Honestly. Is that all she could say to me? “Okay Mary.” I smiled and she sighed in reply. Ah this was so much fun. Some people say chocolate is good for the soul; I say messing with Mary is good for the soul. I looked out the window and was mesmerized; the purple heather was beautiful against the dark grass beside it. The rain had begun to ease which made the country sides beauty even more noticeable. This had been happening all day. I mean the rain coming and going, not me messing with Mary. But that had been happening too. “Please Paige give this woman a chance, she is very nice and I’m sure you will like her. It’s her fist time fostering. Try to be good” I smiled “Am I ever anything but?” ‘I’m not joking Paige,”“Who said anything about joking?” “I don’t want you to have to go to another foster home.” “It’s not like you really care.” I muttered under my breath. Unluckily for me she was able to hear like a lynx.“I know your upset, but please. When I was talking to her, she sounded excited about fostering you,” I ignored her and went back to staring out the window. It had finally stopped raining but it was still dark and gloomy. Or maybe that was just my imagination, because that was defiantly how I was feeling. Mary tried to start a conversation a few times, but all my answers were monosyllabic, so she gave up.I saw a small, stone arch above open gates that said ‘Sheridan Estates’. I looked around, trying to take in everything at once. There where houses with bikes on the lawn and toys strewn everywhere. We drove up to a house with a pillar red, door and pulled up. Mary turned around and looked at me.“Ok, at least you look remotely presentable.” ‘Hey what’s that supposed to mean?” I flattened my hair with my hands self consciously. As Mary got out of the car, it bounced up. Mary was a heavy woman, but she looked best that way. I remembered when she tried to go on a diet. That look really didn’t suit her... I slammed the car door behind me, and followed her up the drive and to the front door. Just as I was about ring the door bell the door swung opened. A tall, skinny woman with chocolate brown hair in a bob and green eyes greeted me with a smile. “Oh hello you must be Paige” she looked at me; she did seem different to my other foster mothers, so far. “I’m Jules,” ‘Yeah, I kind of guessed that due to the name tag you’re wearing’ I said in my head. She turned to look at Mary. “Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?” “Tea would be wonderful thank you,” Mary said in her fruity voice, and followed Jules into the kitchen. I stayed lingering in the hall. My hand fingered the flowery pattern on the wallpaper. Jules poked her head around what seemed to be the kitchen door. “Aren’t you coming in?” I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, but really I was relived that she hadn’t forgotten about me. I followed Jules into the kitchen, and saw Mary sitting at a pine table with a mug in her hands. I heard a gurgle and looked up. There was a baby in a high chair, he looked up and smiled at me, a cute, one tooth grin.“Oh, this is Jackie, he’s one.” Jackie’s round blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his name. I went over to him and his tiny hand grasped my finger. I lightly ruffled his thin layer of sandy colored hair. For a few moments I was distracted from all of the gloom. “I think he likes you,” I snapped back into reality and eased my finger out of his grip and sat down at the table. There was a plate of chocolate biscuits, so I reached over to take one, but pulled my hand away when Mary slapped it hissing at me “Stop it Paige, have some manners, I expect you will be having dinner soon.” I guess Jules must have had lynx- like hearing as well, because she seemed to hear what Mary said. “Don’t worry about it Mrs. Jones, she can have a biscuit, that’s what they’re there forI smiled at Jules thankfully and took a biscuit. Mary grunted disapprovingly, but didn’t say anything. For awhile all Mary and Jules talked about was how Jules kept the house clean, cooking and what shampoo they used (boring); so I just sat there and thought about what the rest of the house would look like. All I had really seen was the hall and the kitchen.“Paige, why don’t you go watch television, while Mary and I talk.” I could guess what they were going to talk about, me. “I’ll show you where the sitting room is,” as I was behind her I noticed a small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, it was only the size of my pinky finger; but it was a tattoo all the same. “Here you go,” she held the door open for me. “Make yourself at home.” I sat down on the black, plush couch. I stared at the large T.V. in front of me. For once, I actually didn’t feel like watching T.V., and that really isn’t like me. I sneaked back out to the hall and put my ear to the, now closed, kitchen door. ““You may find her a lot to take on, she is very . . . lively,” I heard Mary’s voice piercing my ears. “Mrs. Jones, it’s OK, don’t worry about a thing. I’m sure I can handle her.”“I know but, it’s just that,” “Mary,” Jules said in a firm voice. “I’m not changing my mind; I don’t go back on my word.” “OK, I understand.” From what I had heard, it almost sounded like Mary was trying to change Jules mind about fostering me. What was her problem? The door swung open and I fall onto the floor of the kitchen. Jules and Mary, both must have known I had been listening, but neither of them said anything.Mary picked up her crimson purse, “well, I must get going. I’ll try to visit,” she leant over and gave me a quick hug. I patted her back uncomfortably. Quick or not, this was the first hug, from her, that I had ever gotten. Jules walked Mary to the door and for about three minutes, they talked about visits and calling. They were acting as if Mary was my mother and I was going on my fistsleepover. This is the first time Mary has ever acted like this. What is up with her lately, first the hug and now this? I didn’t understand, but, to be honest, I didn’t really want to. When we finally got her out the door, I rolled my eyes, “social workers these days,” and Jules laughed.I began munching on another biscuit, but I jumped out of my seat when I heard the doorbell ring. “That will be Liam,” Jules said. I followed her to the door, not really wanting to stay in the kitchen by myself. “Here’s Mable,” said a boy with floppy black hair and sky blue eyes that were twinkling. “She still doesn’t seem tired at all,” he said out of breath. I looked down and there was a golden Labrador circling me. I fell over, because the leash had still been on her. She bounced over to me. I got up laughing and wiping the slobber off my pale face. Liam was staring at me, and I looked away, embarrassed. “I’m Liam,” he said, I could tell he was looking at me, despite the fact that I wasn’tWhat do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest...thanks =)that I wasn’t looking at him.“This is Paige,” Jules answered for me. She turned to me, “Mable loves you already,” and I smiled. “Oh Liam, I almost forgot, How much do I owe you?” Jules opened her purse and Liam looks thoughtful. “Eight euro,” Jules hands him a ten. “You can keep it.” Jules said to him, and he walked of, pleased with himself. But not before he looked back at me, “See you round,” I nodded not knowing what to say.“That’s Liam, the dog walker.”“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I jumped as I spoke when a girl called down the stairs. Why was I so jumpy lately? A girl with brown hair, like Jules, and brown eyes, stared up at me. She took her thump out of her mouth and spoke, but not to me. “Mummy, who is she?” there was a slight lisp in her voice, so I guessed that she must have been around five or six. “Lara, this is Paige. We’ve fostered her.” Jules spoke in a soothing voice. “I didn’t agree to this,” Lara sounded reproachful, and I stared at her amazed.Jules rolled her eyes at me. I leaned over to Lara and whispered in her ear, “Do you like make-up?” I asked and she nodded, wow, that was just a guess. “Good because I would love to give you a makeover some time, not that you need a makeover, you’re so pretty,” she giggles and gives me a hug. Great, now I have to go buy some make-up. At least now she likes me. Lara ran upstairs. “What did you say to her?” Jules asked me, but I just tapped my nose. “Lara honey, why don’t you show Paige where her bedroom is.” Lara took my hand and practically dragged me up the wooden stairs.What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest...thanks =)What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest...thanks =)What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest...thanks =)
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Need to work on your vocab- from your other question you clearly don't know what 'ambiguous' means.
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Question : are police going to catch me IM ONLY 14 YEARS OLD?
i was caught stealing at target he saw my bag open with the stolen items. he was an uncover cop. i stole toys LOL. i tryed to walk away from him but he would follow me talking with his walky talky tell the person on the other line the direction i was going in. i am 14 years old and i ran away from him and dumped all the items in a big plant container where you put soil. he did not know i had a bike so i left then went the fastest i can and reached my house. i live is boston is this a crime? im an honor roll student there was sirens of police in the background when i was on my bike going home. there was only one cop the cop from target. can they get my finger prints on the toys to catch me? he does not have a clue where it is. IM SCARED IM NEVER DOING IT AGAIN!!!!!
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The only way they're going to get you is if a security camera recorded you leaving, and there's a chance that you weren't recorded, so you may not actually get into any trouble.Unless you have a criminal record, the fingerprints aren't going to do anything, anyway. Plus, I'm not sure if they would bother dusting some stolen toys for prints when there are killers running around out there. Look, you don't sound like a bad kid to me. Teenagers do stupid things, I should know, I am one (and due to a medical condition I'm going to look like one for a very, very long time) so just stay out of trouble from now on, okay? :-)
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Question : Why are Chinese products so cheaply made?
I Mean, I'm pretty sick and tired of going to any store, like a dollar store, and seeing that everything is made in china, and its so cheap. i mean its nice to save a bit, but its even nicer to buy something that Actually works.Haven't you ever had a cheap toy (Such as a finger sized BMX Bike) And it breaks in like 2 seconds?Another thing i find ironic is, china makes all this crappy stuff for other countries, but why make crappy stuff for your own country??I was watching a few crash tests on Chinese cars which are very popular there, and what i see is that the whole car gets squished, and there's no air bag, you would be better off taped to the front of the car and getting into a crash, its Also Much better to have a car made out of paper. once you get in a crash with those cars, It would be a miracle if you at least be paralyzed forever.My Question is, Why is everything made in china have to be extremely Unsafe (Lead Paint, Cars with the consistency of paper)And extremely worthless junk? It just dosent make sense to me.Note: I am not at all being racist towards Chinese people, but i am criticizing the people who make this junk.
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Because american consumers worship at the alter of cheap.
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Question : A parents christmas?
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the houseI searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.Instructions were studied and we were inspired,In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,While Dad and I faced the evening with dread:A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot!And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat....Let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;If we can't get it right, it goes in the basement!When what to my worrying eyes should appear,But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,With each part numbered and every slot named,So if we failed, only we could be blamed.More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,All over the carpet they were scattered about."Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand.""Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."And then in a twinkling, I knew for a factThat all the toy dealers had indeed made a pactTo keep parents busy all Christmas Eve nightWith "assembly required" till morning's first light.We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt.The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thinBefore we attached the last rod and last pin.Then laying the tools away in the chest,We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.But I said to my husband just before I passed out,"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,And not have to run to the store for a thing!We did it! We did it! The toys are all setFor the perfect, most perfect, Christmas, I bet!"Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went,Though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded...I'd forgotten that batteries are never included!
Answer:
Absolutely brilliant hun ....... pmsl
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