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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
I want to be a clone.
Cloneliness is next to Godliness.
Another Acadia Green Metallic '99 Forester L with a tan interior running around Broad Ripple... with a "Mitt" sticker. Is hippieflage officially a thing now? *checks Google* Apparently it is.
Here's one for ya. If the hippies have heard of Mencken at all, they just think he was the enlightened progressive crusader who wrote about the Monkey Trial.
You want clonage? Try my 2005 Chevy (Malibu) "Classic". "Gold" in color. There are two nearly identical specimens that live within a block of me ("nearly identical" = different wheel covers). Large crowded parking lots are fun. 1) I'm careful to pay attention to where I park the car 2) I have memorized my license plate number, 3) I have a remote door lock / trunk opener, I can always push the button and look to see which car flashes its' lights.
668 = Neighbor of the Beast 777 = Over a block down, on opposite side of the street.
333 = Sign of the Semi-Christ. Not as awesome as Christ, only turns water into Lite Beer *but* he does have the Miracle of the Never-Ending Nachos to his credit.
fast richard beat me to it - I noted the Sven and Ole's sticker, the same one that graces the shoplight in my basement workshop. This guy's a lot farther from Minnesota's North Shore than I am, however.
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ReplyDeletenot yet.
Here's one for ya. If the hippies have heard of Mencken at all, they just think he was the enlightened progressive crusader who wrote about the Monkey Trial.
ReplyDeleteJudging by the license plate that is one lucky Subie...
ReplyDeleteHe's even been to Grand Marais. (Sven and Ole's)
ReplyDelete666=The Number Of The Beast
ReplyDelete777=The Number Of The Neighbor Of The Beast
777777=The Number Of The Wife Of The Neighbor Of The Beast
Yeah, I need to refill my font of sarcastic humor. That was the best I got today.
The 1980s called. They want their Steve Taylor back.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the Monster Energy Drink makes him think he's driving a WRX?
ReplyDeletepax,
ReplyDelete"They want their Steve Taylor back."
I was hoping it wasn't TOO obscure. :D
Wasn't there a Twilight Zone episode about someone meeting his doppleganger somewhere and getting cut out of his life?
ReplyDeleteNot too obscure for me! Then again, I'm fairly obscure...
ReplyDeleteD.O.M.
You want clonage? Try my 2005 Chevy (Malibu) "Classic". "Gold" in color. There are two nearly identical specimens that live within a block of me ("nearly identical" = different wheel covers).
ReplyDeleteLarge crowded parking lots are fun. 1) I'm careful to pay attention to where I park the car 2) I have memorized my license plate number, 3) I have a remote door lock / trunk opener, I can always push the button and look to see which car flashes its' lights.
RabidAlien:
ReplyDelete668 = Neighbor of the Beast
777 = Over a block down, on opposite side of the street.
333 = Sign of the Semi-Christ. Not as awesome as Christ, only turns water into Lite Beer *but* he does have the Miracle of the Never-Ending Nachos to his credit.
Duuuude....Never-Ending Nachos? Where to I have to go to join THAT church!?
ReplyDeletefast richard beat me to it - I noted the Sven and Ole's sticker, the same one that graces the shoplight in my basement workshop. This guy's a lot farther from Minnesota's North Shore than I am, however.
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