I'm gonna have that English Beat song in my head for the next several hours as well (not a bad thing, mind you). "I'll take ya to a restaurant, it's got glass tables, you can watch yourself while you are eating..."
I'm going to try to switch the brain jukebox over to "Stand Down Margaret" just for a little variety.
Time to brave the heat and take my little pushcart over to the grocery store. "Got's ta take the wagon into town. I'm fixin' ta get some provisions afore the real frog sizzler heat wave sets in Tomorry."
One o' dem metal baskets on wheels? My grandmother had one of them--all the old ladies would tie their own special hankie on their cart so when they parked 'em out in front of the grocery store they could tell which one was theirs when they came back out.
Hey, didja notice little mousie in the mirror? I didn't when I shot the pic last night...
Now that you mention it... it's probably waiting around for the big opening when you break out the wine and cheese (and fancy crackers)!
My cart is actually big and butch (300 lb capacity-you can put a full shop plus a couple bags of cat litter in this puppy). I found it at the now defunct Great Ace and have been searching for another one to no avail (it's getting pretty beat up). I'll probably end up taking it to a bike shop to see if they can recondition it. Maybe even put some knobby tires on it!
Too bad I didn't know ya back in December. I worked an estate sale and the woman had TWO of those fuckers for sale. You coulda pimped 'em out real good (turned one of them into a mini Larry Car for the Missus.)
And regarding little Mickey. I think he's doing recon work for King Rat who REALLY runs the joint. Dean put a wall of metal grating up to keep him out but, lo and behold, there was a calling card for us on the back room floor last night.
Barbara thought it had been knocked down from the rafters, so I told her to check it for freshness like they did in 'Honey We Shrunk Ourselves'. She did and said it was hard, and thus old. But methinks Ratso Rizzo is just constipated from all the art gallery cheese. Yeah...he's just waiting for a larger audience to make a grand re-entrance--damn the metal grating, full turd ahead.
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Nice pics, very atmospheric.
I'm gonna have that English Beat song in my head for the next several hours as well (not a bad thing, mind you). "I'll take ya to a restaurant, it's got glass tables, you can watch yourself while you are eating..."
I had it in my head all frickin' night.
I'm going to try to switch the brain jukebox over to "Stand Down Margaret" just for a little variety.
Time to brave the heat and take my little pushcart over to the grocery store. "Got's ta take the wagon into town. I'm fixin' ta get some provisions afore the real frog sizzler heat wave sets in Tomorry."
Yes, it's the new "Prospector Cletus" character.
One o' dem metal baskets on wheels? My grandmother had one of them--all the old ladies would tie their own special hankie on their cart so when they parked 'em out in front of the grocery store they could tell which one was theirs when they came back out.
Hey, didja notice little mousie in the mirror? I didn't when I shot the pic last night...
Now that you mention it... it's probably waiting around for the big opening when you break out the wine and cheese (and fancy crackers)!
My cart is actually big and butch (300 lb capacity-you can put a full shop plus a couple bags of cat litter in this puppy). I found it at the now defunct Great Ace and have been searching for another one to no avail (it's getting pretty beat up). I'll probably end up taking it to a bike shop to see if they can recondition it. Maybe even put some knobby tires on it!
Too bad I didn't know ya back in December. I worked an estate sale and the woman had TWO of those fuckers for sale. You coulda pimped 'em out real good (turned one of them into a mini Larry Car for the Missus.)
And regarding little Mickey. I think he's doing recon work for King Rat who REALLY runs the joint. Dean put a wall of metal grating up to keep him out but, lo and behold, there was a calling card for us on the back room floor last night.
Barbara thought it had been knocked down from the rafters, so I told her to check it for freshness like they did in 'Honey We Shrunk Ourselves'. She did and said it was hard, and thus old. But methinks Ratso Rizzo is just constipated from all the art gallery cheese. Yeah...he's just waiting for a larger audience to make a grand re-entrance--damn the metal grating, full turd ahead.
I like the "now you see me; now you don't" idea with this one.
Sorta creepy, though.
Still waiting to hear which of the boys was your crush. If I'm right, do I win a prize?
If you're right you win a BIG prize. But...as you can see in the above post, you're not right. No one was.
Jeez...don't you people know the guys I go for by now?? The narcissistic, unattainable ones, natch--haven't you been reading Karl's posts?
Awooooogah!
(don't know why i done expressed that. just reeked of appropriateness)
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