But here's some random pix from the past couple of weeks...
40 Miles of Bad Road in the storage unit--I mean--worktruck:
When I think of locations to put on makeup, the front seat of a non-running pickup doesn't spring to mind. Not so for 40MBR. She finds the worktruck to be best for gettin' pretty.
High. Larry. US.
For a couple of days, Beavis and 40MBR were rollin' in this bad boy:
Stylin'.
They seem to be back to bicycles for the moment, though.
Good times!
1 comment:
Red
You seem to have what we went through quite a few years back, until our neighbor's son (40+ who lives with the parents, doesn't work, and has no other life ambition) ended up in the hospital on his death bed. Damn, he didn't die. BUT the good thing his hobo druggie friends no longer come around and the parents finally keep the riff raff away...somewhat.
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