Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
Hey, we used to have a sports car porch around here. It was a fairly well maintained ranch house with a pair of pre-SC 911s gathering moss in the driveway. One was red, one was yellow, and they were both sporting RS ducktails. They lived there for almost 8 years.I always wanted to drop by and see if they wanted to part with one, but with a spouse who doesn't appreciate the way in which dumb old furrin' cars get better with age, it wasn't gonna happen.And then just last week, they were gone!
I shot mountain dew out of my nose.(eww and ow)(still snickering though)
One summer I was working as a freelance painter to raise tuition.So I went up to this house and asked the owner if he needed any painting done. He said he would give me $50 to paint his porch out back. So I did. As I went to collect my money, I said to him, "BTW, that's not a Porch, that's a Mercedes."
Amazing the options they've available nowadays.
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