A tent on a cot, and coffe being brewed on the steps of a house. So many questions. Like, we’re there spiders in the house?
It has been suggested by numerous folks over the years, that this guy is actually me.
It is obviously not me.
I hate and detest weak ass see through mounts.
The rumors are settled.
A local fire department has a truck with exhaust kind of like that. Someone V8 swapped a Kaiser M715 they used as a brush truck. Not sure if the swap happened before or after it entered service.
We owned a Suburban of that vintage once. Our son was using it to move when he was in the Air Force, so, to get paid, he had to get it weighed. Completely unloaded, with a half tank of fuel, it went over 5000 pounds. Given a double axel trailer, that little suv and whatever little receiver hitch it had, was loaded easily to 7000 pounds if there was anything inside the Suburban
If you’re going to eat shoe leather, just chew up an old pair of hiking boots
I like steak warm in the middle...if I wanted to eat raw meat I'd go to a sushi bar.
Not my house or my friends…
Know the owner well enough but at that time of year it’s pretty well winterized.
For going up on a Friday afternoon and coming home on Saturday afternoon it’s not worth the bother.
I own 3 nice antique percolators, lectricity may not always be around ya know.
Have you ever tried the French press method for brewing coffee?
I have a couple and a cold brew vessel too. I’m a pancoffexual.
Well, about 65 percent of Florida residents are not native...so he could be one of yours.
Weird, my self checker starts full on conversations every time I see him.
I’d much rather wrastle a cow to the ground and gnaw some ribeye off myself
It’s entirely possible he’s not native. He absolutely caught some of that Florida man though
It's just possible that because of you posting this you just fill one more square on "you're going to hell bingo card".
Another walk to get some air.
Not as many neat houses in this direction.
Relics of a simpler time.
Not as many neat houses in this direction.
Relics of a simpler time.
Someone raising the neighborhood taxes…
My Stonehenge from the backside…
Front side…
My Stonehenge from the backside…
Front side…
Tell me you never change jets on your carburetor without telling me you never change jets on your carburetor.
