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I neglected to water the pillow. Dang. Meant to. Forgot. Thing was feeling kinda dry, and that WebMost Sotweed Bazooka won't help it either, since the box they were in was ay que secoso hombre. So C-Love remember to squirt the pillow.
Just received pass today. As it looked: Takes Puts I also threw in another Humi pack as this thing is getting pretty big. If the takes/puts are ok, I should be able to get back out this afternoon. Lee, thanks again for letting me be in your pass.
Very nice, it's amazing how this thing has changed shape. Just went back and looked at the first pic and I think there are only a couple "original" sticks still there! Very cool!
Just received pass today. As it looked: Takes Puts I also threw in another Humi pack as this thing is getting pretty big. If the takes/puts are ok, I should be able to get back out this afternoon. Lee, thanks again for letting me be in your pass.
very nice puts and takes!! Thanks for being part of this and thanks for adding the extra humi pillow!!
We discovered the PBR six, eight years ago on Versus. Said: "Maybe we oughtta go see one." Looked online, closest event upcoming was in an arena in Reading, $117 a seat. Said: "We ain't springing two fifty with parking just to go to Reading. Been there. Ain't much." Besides, figured: this kind of event belongs outside at a county fairground for fifteen bucks. Hunted the innernet and discovered a PBR event upcoming in Harrodsburg Kentucky outside at a county fairground for fifteen bucks. Only 650 miles away. We're on. Fired up the big beemer bagger early Friday morning, rode into Lexington mid afternoon. Rolling down that long KY 68 through horse country, halfway to Harrodsburg, suddenly there's the world's biggest liquor store on the left side facing the world's biggest liquor store on the right side, both doing land office business. The next 20 miles to Hburg, the right side of the road was lined with one county cop car after another after another. Hit the motel. Place was crowded with riders and bull fighters and stock wranglers. Cool. Signed in, and right then the motel clerk asked me the oddest question, which, trust me, leads to the point of all this rambling:
"You need to borrow the beer dolly?"
I blinked. "The what?"
She pointed. Door opened and in backed a cowboy with a dolly full of beer cases, more inside his tailgate parked in front of the door. "We're a dry county," she explained.
Why it took a constitutional amendment to make a dry nation whereas a simple county ordinance makes a dry county is as much a mystery as why the county council reckons they will succeed where Elliott Ness failed. Men will have beer. Especially, if a young man bestrides a 1,700 pound enraged Brahma and all he gets is a separated shoulder, then he and his buddies will hoist a brew that night, ordinance be damned. However, the 20 mile army of constabulary busily funding the county coffers on KY 68 explains why they will not retire the dry idea.
I've toted beer by the six and twelve, and I've toted beer by the case. I never before checked in to a motel furnished with a beer dolly in the lobby.
So. Here's the plan, Lee, listen up: In a few, I hope to ride down to KY to visit a cigar tobacco farmer about making him a web store. I'll be passing tolerably close to Harrodsburg. I can drop in at the same motel and hijack their beer dolly. The constabulary cannot catch me as they will all be busy harvesting KY 68. I'll bring the dolly back to Newark on my rack. All you have to do is drop down here from Philly and pick it up.
Cause by the time this pass gets back home, you are going to need one.
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I neglected to water the pillow. Dang. Meant to. Forgot. Thing was feeling kinda dry, and that WebMost Sotweed Bazooka won't help it either, since the box they were in was ay que secoso hombre. So C-Love remember to squirt the pillow.
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thanks for letting me take part!
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I also threw in another Humi pack as this thing is getting pretty big. If the takes/puts are ok, I should be able to get back out this afternoon. Lee, thanks again for letting me be in your pass.
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Puts
The un-banded Lancero is a Rocky Edge. Hope its all cool and thanks for letting me be in this!
"You need to borrow the beer dolly?"
I blinked. "The what?"
She pointed. Door opened and in backed a cowboy with a dolly full of beer cases, more inside his tailgate parked in front of the door. "We're a dry county," she explained.
Why it took a constitutional amendment to make a dry nation whereas a simple county ordinance makes a dry county is as much a mystery as why the county council reckons they will succeed where Elliott Ness failed. Men will have beer. Especially, if a young man bestrides a 1,700 pound enraged Brahma and all he gets is a separated shoulder, then he and his buddies will hoist a brew that night, ordinance be damned. However, the 20 mile army of constabulary busily funding the county coffers on KY 68 explains why they will not retire the dry idea.
I've toted beer by the six and twelve, and I've toted beer by the case. I never before checked in to a motel furnished with a beer dolly in the lobby.
So. Here's the plan, Lee, listen up: In a few, I hope to ride down to KY to visit a cigar tobacco farmer about making him a web store. I'll be passing tolerably close to Harrodsburg. I can drop in at the same motel and hijack their beer dolly. The constabulary cannot catch me as they will all be busy harvesting KY 68. I'll bring the dolly back to Newark on my rack. All you have to do is drop down here from Philly and pick it up.
Cause by the time this pass gets back home, you are going to need one.