I may just buy a turntable for the first time in 20 years.
I am an old man living in Seattle.
I love this tumblr. I laugh at it every day.
She’d been begging her parents to swap out the gravel for a real lawn, with chairs and everything. She hadn’t counted on their literalism.
(Photo: Dave Lauridsen; Dwell)
Oh hell yeah. I remember the Acme Oyster house.. Tequilla and Crawdads.. oh yum..
I’d walk from Michigan to the Acme Oyster House in the Big Easy for a plate of these.
Oh Santa, please bring my good friend Pat Castaldo an old dodge dart in decent condition. He’s been a good boy this year, and all of his friends feel sorry for him yearning and lusting over Craigslists ads for years waxing nostalgia..Please please please Santa, please.
I’m sorry, but if you change it from a column shifter to a floor shifter it can’t be considered “bone stock” and “never modified.”
For you Pat. I found your off shore investment you never told me about. Pat’s fish taco stand?
I did have the best taco of my life at the taco stand outside the bus terminal in Playa Del Carmen. oh yum..
WOW, I was a slot racing fan when I was a kid. A saturday morning at the hobby shop with the 10 lane track was a HUGE day for me.
I had 1/2 of our basement setup with the trains and tracks.
http://www.slotracecars.com/Default.aspx
BTW Pat, a RESTORATION HARDWARE set - very douche like..
This is really hard to resist.
Santa - funny. I grew up being a huge Pirate fan - Robert Clemente was my hero - I used to mimic his basket catching method and my little league coach would yell at me.
all professional sports should be played this way
An old bull and a young bull are standing at the top of a hill, looking down at the herd below. The young bull turns to the old bull and blurts out: “Hey! I got an idea. Let’s run down this hill and fuck one of those cows!” There’s a pause, and then the old bull finally says: “Listen, kid, I’ve got a better idea. Let’s walk down this hill and fuck all of those cows.”
The real problem here is the owner – most American males have gradually morphed into mechanical metrosexuals, and run screaming whenever the hood is popped and sobbing uncontrollably whenever the CE light comes on.
Face it, the majority of guys today own “grooming products”, not torque wrenches.
My friend Jon is selling his house. He paid for a staging coMpany to come in after we painted and cleaned. Evidently they think Jon likes birds.
This is EXACTLY how I want to go, expect I need someone to drive the entire thing off a cliff (and jump to safety before it lands) while the sidecar is on fire.
The final ride.
Pat thinks I should try to find the guy I sold my Moto Guzzi Jackal to. It’s not a bad idea Castaldo. Not a bad idea.
Now it’s my turn for a new bike…
Brought it in for the 2-day 15,000k tune-up. Got a call a few hours later saying I have a bad cylinder that’s been leaking into the engine. Gonna cost $2500 when all is said and done.
So, I’ll take the opportunity to sell her and get something easier on the arms and better for our long rides.
We did have some fun times though…
