![]() 07/21/2014 at 17:20 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
From now on I'll do them as end of day dumps.
Count the camo kittens. I feel bad for them. I drunkenly stumbled by them when they were tiny kittens, ran home, got tuna, then spent a half hour tossing tuna bits to them. Glad to see they're still around a year later but they need a real home.
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Body-matching steelies AND a New New Beetle with moon disks? Take me there.
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I do specifically recall a evening around the pool table in 1976, where my parents, somehow loosened from their normal social moorings, explained *exactly* what you had to do to make in a Corvair (within a couple years of this one, as it was owned by my grandpa in the 60's and they ended up with it for a while.) A watershed event, as it were.