Dick Scar?
amateur Moyle?
amateur Moyle?
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The ONLY way they don't win is if they in fact lose, back to you in the studio, Bob.
Not mine...
Mallet Z06.
Mallet Z06.
Yogi Berra, is that you?The ONLY way they don't win is if they in fact lose, back to you in the studio, Bob.
Rubber (melted) side down. Of course it is not yours.
Alot of good the bra did to protect the paint.Not mine...
Mallet Z06.
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On a conference call and laughing......
Dropper.
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Goddammit.
I am pretty sure this would be the outcome if I was ever able to convince a Corvette owner to let me take their car for a spin...Bitch, I stuck it.
<edit> worst part was the trucker bomb stuck in the rear fender.
Got out for some afternoon digging today, was riding back to the car with no helmet on and a bow saw in my hand when I spot a cop car next to mine. I thought screw it and just kept the saw in my hand and the cop was cool just said hi, no where's your helmet or have you been chopping people up with that saw?
Note to self: HardtailHack is disappointed that he is considered harmless. 
Devonian Era Strata profile bitches.....
Taconic Orogeny
Ordovician Era bitches. Just slaying you ignorant mother phuggers....
500 million years later... Didn't see that coming did you?
For CrabJoe. This exact map sat in my Grandmas Parlour on Clark Street. I would stare at it or look out the window to East Boston. It now sits in the lobby of the Antheneum Building in Cambridge.
Heh, I see my street! (Webster)
What's weird, and I can remember it so vividly as if it was yesterday, is that I would sit for hours in my little yellow plastic chair at the open third floor window on summer nights, staring at all the city lights of Boston across the harbor.
What's weird, and I can remember it so vividly as if it was yesterday, is that I would sit for hours in my little yellow plastic chair at the open third floor window on summer nights, staring at all the city lights of Boston across the harbor.
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I spent parts of my youth looking the other way. My dad told me that nothing on our map existed anymore. For years I believed that East Boston was a magical place that wasn't on a map yet still existed. My Grand father had to explain to me how the map had changed. He then told us that Pirates built East Boston and that USS Constitution was actually a Pirate Ship. When Massport tore down the Building at the end of Clark and North street in the 70's to repair the Sumner. I convinced all the kids in the neighborhood that the workmen were Pirates from East Boston and that they were trying to Invade the North end.
