But in my darker moments, I think of this scene when a co-worker lets me down.
Made nice noises, drove like a jackass, not the cleanest body.
Looks great, low miles, but description sounds akin to a car salesman and not necessarily a long-term owner.
So, this person is a proud native Texan, yet has since voluntarily chosen to leave the state and now lives in Washington... Is that what pride is? Not wanting to live where you’re from?
Hey. I’m not jealous. I’m just observing and coveting. That’s TWO behaviors.
A longbed, single cab, SR5, 4WD V8 Tundra.
You know it’s bad when every employee at the county dump recognizes you. Today, the lady said, “You again? Damn, you’re a busy guy!” Also, I can’t seem to lift my arms anymore. Farewell.
Especially when you consider none of us had any experience building fences. And you know what the best part about handling 100 80-lb bags of concrete was? If you guessed “nothing,” you are correct!
My neighbors and us are building a vinyl fence together. What are you folks doing this fine Saturday?
As always, it’s better to be lucky than good.
Much like the thickness of my hair, the sun has set on my Tercel stage of my life.
Have some pre-millenium Infiniti coupe.
It was not too long ago that my wife and I didn’t even own one car with working modern features such as “power steering.”
Quad sealed beams make this Subie look great.
Last night, I was having some beers with my brother in law. A well-dressed man in a Nissan Hardbody pulls up and proceeds to attempt to sell ADT security to us.
Free garage shelving from my brother-in-law.