burrocrat
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get her a set of clippers, prolly already got the boots, it could be a good bonding experience for you both. you'll have to learn to kush.
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get her a set of clippers, prolly already got the boots, it could be a good bonding experience for you both. you'll have to learn to kush.
burrocrat
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so as i age, i've been looking for ways to appear thinner (short of actual exercise and hard work, because, well, you know, that would be hard work). anyways, i found this trick and wanted to share it with you folks...
i only carry one credit card. and i spend all the ones and fives as soon as i get them. i'll buy something that costs $7.99 just to get rid of 3 ones and a five. because if i carry all my credit cards and save my small bills, pretty soon my wallet gets thick which makes my butt look lopsided and fat. ancient chinese secret, winning!
i only carry one credit card. and i spend all the ones and fives as soon as i get them. i'll buy something that costs $7.99 just to get rid of 3 ones and a five. because if i carry all my credit cards and save my small bills, pretty soon my wallet gets thick which makes my butt look lopsided and fat. ancient chinese secret, winning!
burrocrat
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so here is a funny story about interior design...
i get this chair, it is a really nice lazy boy chair recliner, deep blue, in good shape, great bones. it came from a coworker who was getting rid of it because her kids are now off to college or own their own, she got it from another coworker who didn't want it who got it from her mom when she went into "the home", so this chair has history. it is the most comfortable chair i've ever sat in, as soon as i sunk into it and reclined i wanted to take a nap, it is that good.
we mostly live with portable stuff, partly because i'm too old to be carrying heavy stuff up and down stairs and this is not my permanent home, and partly because this is how my family has always done it, the no permanent home thing. card table and folding metal chairs for dining, larger folding table for desk, $5 Walmart camp chairs for furniture, we also eat off paper plates because i hate doing dishes. "it's just like camping" is the joke in my family. camping is good.
anyways, we clear out a spot and vacuum the floor area and the chair, and omg is this thing soft. my kid is in summer classes for extra high school credit and he is doing well, which is good because he's gonna need scholarships or student loan debt to follow his dreams of being a scientist, ever since he saw that mar's movie. so monday through thursday he goes to class and on fridays he is off, and yesterday before leaving for work i ask "so what are your plans today, text me if you leave the apartment". he says "this is all messed up dad, it don't fit, i am going to do some interior design". wtf? well i guess that is better than hanging out at the park and feeling some girl's boobs or smoking behind the 7-11. this is even odder because my degree is in architecture, design and planning. so i just say "knock yourself out kid, what you got?" and i leave for work.
when i get home everything is moved. elliptical machine is against the far wall, dining card table moved a bit, desk slid down further, bike parked in the corner, but get this... the only thing in the living room area is the tv stand, big screen tv, and "the chair". he is laid out full recline mode with a blanket over him, not 6 feet from the screen in the middle of the room, and he is jamming gears of war, full horizontal recline physical stasis but his mind is running hard, like neo from the matrix before he pops. he made himself a gaming palace, tv stand next to the chair with three hot pocket wrappers and empty coke cans stacked on it, he rollin hot.
i just shake my head and say "nice work, not how i would've done it, but nice work". at least he's learning something, both in school and out.
have a good weekend, off to the big city for a ballgame and some school clothes shopping.
i get this chair, it is a really nice lazy boy chair recliner, deep blue, in good shape, great bones. it came from a coworker who was getting rid of it because her kids are now off to college or own their own, she got it from another coworker who didn't want it who got it from her mom when she went into "the home", so this chair has history. it is the most comfortable chair i've ever sat in, as soon as i sunk into it and reclined i wanted to take a nap, it is that good.
we mostly live with portable stuff, partly because i'm too old to be carrying heavy stuff up and down stairs and this is not my permanent home, and partly because this is how my family has always done it, the no permanent home thing. card table and folding metal chairs for dining, larger folding table for desk, $5 Walmart camp chairs for furniture, we also eat off paper plates because i hate doing dishes. "it's just like camping" is the joke in my family. camping is good.
anyways, we clear out a spot and vacuum the floor area and the chair, and omg is this thing soft. my kid is in summer classes for extra high school credit and he is doing well, which is good because he's gonna need scholarships or student loan debt to follow his dreams of being a scientist, ever since he saw that mar's movie. so monday through thursday he goes to class and on fridays he is off, and yesterday before leaving for work i ask "so what are your plans today, text me if you leave the apartment". he says "this is all messed up dad, it don't fit, i am going to do some interior design". wtf? well i guess that is better than hanging out at the park and feeling some girl's boobs or smoking behind the 7-11. this is even odder because my degree is in architecture, design and planning. so i just say "knock yourself out kid, what you got?" and i leave for work.
when i get home everything is moved. elliptical machine is against the far wall, dining card table moved a bit, desk slid down further, bike parked in the corner, but get this... the only thing in the living room area is the tv stand, big screen tv, and "the chair". he is laid out full recline mode with a blanket over him, not 6 feet from the screen in the middle of the room, and he is jamming gears of war, full horizontal recline physical stasis but his mind is running hard, like neo from the matrix before he pops. he made himself a gaming palace, tv stand next to the chair with three hot pocket wrappers and empty coke cans stacked on it, he rollin hot.
i just shake my head and say "nice work, not how i would've done it, but nice work". at least he's learning something, both in school and out.
have a good weekend, off to the big city for a ballgame and some school clothes shopping.
burrocrat
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hooo wheee! there is no funner clean thing to do than go to a minor league baseball game in a small city unless you're naked, out here when they announce the singer for the national anthem everybody just stops, everybody. no buying hotdogs, no seeds, no launch-a-balls, no ticket taking, no nothing. everybody stands, removes cover, hand over heart, whoever wherever you are full stop. once in a while you will see a mom or dad reach over and yank the free giveaway beanie hat off their kid's head and elbow them, pay attention. then they roar at the end, full applause and appreciation. it is really cool, give you goose bumps.
so i learned the chicken dance for that shave ice gal in the spandex shorts and sports bra what shakes it on top of the dugout, but what i really want to learn is how to kick dust like ole. for those of you non-nordic, ole (oh lee) olsen is like johnny johnson for the rest of the world. ole wears bib overalls and guards the official game balls from a rocking chair along the first base line. near the end of the game he dances cotton eye joe, it is something to see, a good ole (old) boot stompin time.
here is a link about this place and ole: https://baseballbuddhablog.wordpress.com/2014/06/09/day-113-ole-are-you-going-to-do-the-dance/
here is a link of ole doing cotton eye joe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHRWBrh0f_w&feature=youtu.be
good good times.
so i learned the chicken dance for that shave ice gal in the spandex shorts and sports bra what shakes it on top of the dugout, but what i really want to learn is how to kick dust like ole. for those of you non-nordic, ole (oh lee) olsen is like johnny johnson for the rest of the world. ole wears bib overalls and guards the official game balls from a rocking chair along the first base line. near the end of the game he dances cotton eye joe, it is something to see, a good ole (old) boot stompin time.
here is a link about this place and ole: https://baseballbuddhablog.wordpress.com/2014/06/09/day-113-ole-are-you-going-to-do-the-dance/
here is a link of ole doing cotton eye joe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHRWBrh0f_w&feature=youtu.be
good good times.
burrocrat
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well i see the strangest thing this morning. not really strange, it happens sometimes, but definitely a major coincidence. i pull into the parking lot at the grocery store and three spots down is this mexigal who lives in my apartments. she is freaking out.
the pickup one of her boyfriends drives has a flat tire and they can't go anywhere. she is really ticked off. throwing stuff from her clutch on the ground, lipstick smash, compact smash, wallet/checkbook kathunk, dollars flying around in the wind, he freaks out, she is not going to stop. like a movie only really bad because the kids are standing there too.
she is going to win this fight i can tell, i feel bad for that poor forker, but he should know better than to tangle with a firecracker by now. some princesses are never happy no matter what, and there is nothing you can do. but i didn't say anything, that is a lesson best learned the hard way.
the pickup one of her boyfriends drives has a flat tire and they can't go anywhere. she is really ticked off. throwing stuff from her clutch on the ground, lipstick smash, compact smash, wallet/checkbook kathunk, dollars flying around in the wind, he freaks out, she is not going to stop. like a movie only really bad because the kids are standing there too.
she is going to win this fight i can tell, i feel bad for that poor forker, but he should know better than to tangle with a firecracker by now. some princesses are never happy no matter what, and there is nothing you can do. but i didn't say anything, that is a lesson best learned the hard way.
burrocrat
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so this flat tire incident earlier still weighs on my mind. chiquita, if you want the tire changed faster how bout get down on your knees and help? how does berating the tire changing man help? why smash your makeup and stomp your feet? it does not change tires?
anyways the pickup is back parked in its spot with a new bald tire fully inflated. he must've made it to work somehow because she spent most of the afternoon squealing with another, bf #2 or #3 i'm not sure. ahh, another day on felony flats.
anyways the pickup is back parked in its spot with a new bald tire fully inflated. he must've made it to work somehow because she spent most of the afternoon squealing with another, bf #2 or #3 i'm not sure. ahh, another day on felony flats.
burrocrat
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ok so i have stayed out of the markets for over a year, it was an exercise in discipline. but i worked in the commercial fishing industry for five years, living on boats 90% of the time. let me tell you something every deckhand knows at the core...
watch out for those rare quiet moments. usually there is things going on and wind or waves or time pulling on you which is good because it keeps things performing, the trade is in chaos and luck for opportunity, that is the familiar element. but once in a while there is slack tide. eerie silence when everything stops and sits still. it scares the bejeebus out of you because you know something is going to break, soon, and hard.
now i don't know which way it will run, but coil your lines and hike your skirts girls, this ****'s about to get heavy. wheee! yes, red pill, bring it!
watch out for those rare quiet moments. usually there is things going on and wind or waves or time pulling on you which is good because it keeps things performing, the trade is in chaos and luck for opportunity, that is the familiar element. but once in a while there is slack tide. eerie silence when everything stops and sits still. it scares the bejeebus out of you because you know something is going to break, soon, and hard.
now i don't know which way it will run, but coil your lines and hike your skirts girls, this ****'s about to get heavy. wheee! yes, red pill, bring it!
burrocrat
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hoo wheee! that's a good ole hillbilly time! spent the afternoon in the pits at the local dirt track, grillin an chillin, an old coworker's husband manages the tire/lube shop in another town and he runs the races. some of those trailers are nicer than the rock star party bus i'm gonna buy when i hit the lotto.
nobody wears real clothes anymore. it's all compression shorts and sports bras or yoga pants. the pregnant ones wear tank tops. modesty you know.
so when the races start i sit in the "family" section, the race family. it was cool. it is not really a good idea to put 24 super street stocks on a dirt track for 20 laps, things happen. the smart ones with tight suspension run the inside line on a tight rail, the ones with horse take the outside line and punch it out of the hole. good stuff, spittin dirt.
when it started to rain half the crowd runs under the grandstand all bunched up like cattle for slaughter, each one checking their phone. the other half just flip up their hoodie, if you don't like the weather on the north plains just wait a few minutes, it will change.
fireworks were awesome, big thumpers at the end, to that country song "boot in your ass" or whatever it's called. also i have heard enough journey and bon jovi to last a lifetime. wheee!
nobody wears real clothes anymore. it's all compression shorts and sports bras or yoga pants. the pregnant ones wear tank tops. modesty you know.
so when the races start i sit in the "family" section, the race family. it was cool. it is not really a good idea to put 24 super street stocks on a dirt track for 20 laps, things happen. the smart ones with tight suspension run the inside line on a tight rail, the ones with horse take the outside line and punch it out of the hole. good stuff, spittin dirt.
when it started to rain half the crowd runs under the grandstand all bunched up like cattle for slaughter, each one checking their phone. the other half just flip up their hoodie, if you don't like the weather on the north plains just wait a few minutes, it will change.
fireworks were awesome, big thumpers at the end, to that country song "boot in your ass" or whatever it's called. also i have heard enough journey and bon jovi to last a lifetime. wheee!
Mcqlives
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Burro...I need to stop reading your posts at work. Most of them make me wish I had a glass of bourbon in hand while I relax and have a chuckle. Since the days of the bottle in the bottom right hand desk drawer are a thing of the past, in most government offices anyway, I can't partake till I get home. Ahhh, that's yet another reason that us federal employees are so unhappy....
burrocrat
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https://www.rt.com/viral/395404-topless-protesters-bull-run/
uh, yeah, "visit pamplona spain" just made my bucket list.
uh, yeah, "visit pamplona spain" just made my bucket list.
burrocrat
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Burro...I need to stop reading your posts at work. Most of them make me wish I had a glass of bourbon in hand while I relax and have a chuckle. Since the days of the bottle in the bottom right hand desk drawer are a thing of the past, in most government offices anyway, I can't partake till I get home. Ahhh, that's yet another reason that us federal employees are so unhappy....
well thank you mcq, want to know a secret to life? ... it is best "lived" (different cultures call this different things, this "living". ( balls deep, without regret, flower child, in the moment, whathaveyou). every day vertical is a winner, there are many things and experiences and sights and sounds undeniably beautiful, things of joy and appreciation and wonder, good things, things to share. it is also easy to find things wrong and bad things, try not to share those unhappy and hurt and anger things, it is not very productive, it drags everybody down.
so if you smile, it makes me smile too. every day is a gift. cheers. i have some dark witches' rye whiskey brew, haven't posted pics yet, it is from ravensfan. it is limited run psychedic stuff, i can tell without even pulling the cork. i'm afraid to crack the seal because i know in general what will come out, and maybe i'm not ready yet for the specifics. maybe it will be like taking chantix to quit smoking and then having every single girlfriend i've ever known come visit me in some crazy explicit dreams. maybe it will be like a steven king novel standing alone in the desert between salvation and hell. but this is a strange brew.
so a toast, to your bourbon and my coor's light. may you find yourself tomorrow vertical, and if horizontal, may that be your choice.
burrocrat
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oh no, more life happened to me. i've had to take some time to process what really was happening what i saw, but now i am sure.
so at the 4th of july dirt track my kid is hangin out and running around with friends while i sit in the stands and enjoy the car races, no problem. when i text him to meet up and check in then we do that, and he is there with one friend "justin" (a belligerent boy) and the other friend is "lexys" (a soft sweet blonde girl). and this justin kid keeps doing stuff that ticks me off, in fact i step in and say "that is enough or i will kick your ass". he needs attention and will do anything to get it. now these three stand apart and careful not to be too close, and i just think "son, you got some fucked up friends". but i told him when it is fireworks time then you come up and sit with me.
so after the rain and they're lighting up the fireworks all three come up and sit in my section of the bleachers. the ahole guy first steals the girl's sandal while she has her legs crossed, then gives it back with a look from me. then they all three go down to the walkway in front of the first row, and she asks someone to hold her phone and the ahole guy grabs it and she does a gymnast spin move over the rail and comes back around and lands on her feet. now i am not into checking out young girls, but that was an awesome move and she nailed it, in her short jean shorts and tank top. you go girl, got the moves.
ahole guy was the one who grabbed and "held" her phone, my kid actually spotted for her and made sure she landed on her feet. before she lands ahole kid he takes off running with her phone. that is when the strange things happened. lexys and my son just looked at each other and nodded...
my kid started chasing ahole boy and lexys moved over and crouched down at the corner of the stands, when they made a full lap and come around the corner of the stands lexys jumps up and puts her shoulder into this kid, and my kid a half step behind grabs him by the neck and takes him down and rubs his face on the concrete. the kid hands up the phone and my son takes it and gives it back to his girl. it was really something to see. basically if this was the discovery channel then those two just hunted together, with no verbal communication, just a head nod and action. i am not stupid. so kids will be kids, and they all came back up to where i was sitting and behaved until fireworks and races were done. but i looked over and this is when i know...
my kid and lexys are sitting knee to knee, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, and her head is tilted towards him. oh crap, nobody sits touching each other that close for no reason. other boy is 3 feet away. i gave them all a ride home. but i know something happened, a connection was made.
sure enough, all he does now when not in summer school or doing his chores is text this girl. and when she is not doing her chores on the farm 10 miles out of town she texts him. yep. crap. now her family is going to iowa this weekend to show some registered cattle, and he knows her total itinerary. now they talk or text all the time.
it was not like this when i was a kid. but i did ask him "so are you two together?" and he was honest and said "yes". i said "you better treat her like a lady, she is a good girl", he agreed. so that is about all the parenting advice i have for him at this point. he don't know it yet, but he is in for some major heartbreak in the future. it happens to all of us. i plan to just monitor developments and step in if needed.
but there is a whole 'nother worry, i come home from work tonight and the apartment except for the dishes and toilet scrubbing is totally sparkling clean. there is a window of time between when summer school gets out and when i get home from work and i trust that when he texts me "i'm home" or "at the park" that is what he is doing. but i really have no idea what he is doing unless i leave work and go hunt him down. i am pretty sure this new cleaning motivation is to bring her home after school before i get home... not sure what to do about that. treat her like a lady i guess is about all i can say. i was feeling boobs with my friend's sister in the basement to reo speedwagon after school at around that age so not sure i have much room to lay down law here. maybe best to just keep trying to teach responsibility?
so at the 4th of july dirt track my kid is hangin out and running around with friends while i sit in the stands and enjoy the car races, no problem. when i text him to meet up and check in then we do that, and he is there with one friend "justin" (a belligerent boy) and the other friend is "lexys" (a soft sweet blonde girl). and this justin kid keeps doing stuff that ticks me off, in fact i step in and say "that is enough or i will kick your ass". he needs attention and will do anything to get it. now these three stand apart and careful not to be too close, and i just think "son, you got some fucked up friends". but i told him when it is fireworks time then you come up and sit with me.
so after the rain and they're lighting up the fireworks all three come up and sit in my section of the bleachers. the ahole guy first steals the girl's sandal while she has her legs crossed, then gives it back with a look from me. then they all three go down to the walkway in front of the first row, and she asks someone to hold her phone and the ahole guy grabs it and she does a gymnast spin move over the rail and comes back around and lands on her feet. now i am not into checking out young girls, but that was an awesome move and she nailed it, in her short jean shorts and tank top. you go girl, got the moves.
ahole guy was the one who grabbed and "held" her phone, my kid actually spotted for her and made sure she landed on her feet. before she lands ahole kid he takes off running with her phone. that is when the strange things happened. lexys and my son just looked at each other and nodded...
my kid started chasing ahole boy and lexys moved over and crouched down at the corner of the stands, when they made a full lap and come around the corner of the stands lexys jumps up and puts her shoulder into this kid, and my kid a half step behind grabs him by the neck and takes him down and rubs his face on the concrete. the kid hands up the phone and my son takes it and gives it back to his girl. it was really something to see. basically if this was the discovery channel then those two just hunted together, with no verbal communication, just a head nod and action. i am not stupid. so kids will be kids, and they all came back up to where i was sitting and behaved until fireworks and races were done. but i looked over and this is when i know...
my kid and lexys are sitting knee to knee, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, and her head is tilted towards him. oh crap, nobody sits touching each other that close for no reason. other boy is 3 feet away. i gave them all a ride home. but i know something happened, a connection was made.
sure enough, all he does now when not in summer school or doing his chores is text this girl. and when she is not doing her chores on the farm 10 miles out of town she texts him. yep. crap. now her family is going to iowa this weekend to show some registered cattle, and he knows her total itinerary. now they talk or text all the time.
it was not like this when i was a kid. but i did ask him "so are you two together?" and he was honest and said "yes". i said "you better treat her like a lady, she is a good girl", he agreed. so that is about all the parenting advice i have for him at this point. he don't know it yet, but he is in for some major heartbreak in the future. it happens to all of us. i plan to just monitor developments and step in if needed.
but there is a whole 'nother worry, i come home from work tonight and the apartment except for the dishes and toilet scrubbing is totally sparkling clean. there is a window of time between when summer school gets out and when i get home from work and i trust that when he texts me "i'm home" or "at the park" that is what he is doing. but i really have no idea what he is doing unless i leave work and go hunt him down. i am pretty sure this new cleaning motivation is to bring her home after school before i get home... not sure what to do about that. treat her like a lady i guess is about all i can say. i was feeling boobs with my friend's sister in the basement to reo speedwagon after school at around that age so not sure i have much room to lay down law here. maybe best to just keep trying to teach responsibility?
burrocrat
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so i have done a lot of thinking about this retirement strategery thing. it gets complicated and all interconnected.
about 2 decades ago while traveling for construction work i got introduced to a restaurant chain named "4b's" it is like a perkins or a dennys, just regular mid american family cafe stuff, pretty good though. you can find them in montana. montana is 750 miles wide east to west so you can spend a full twelve hour day just driving across it in good weather without too many stops, and see some wild things. you can also just pull over anywhere and shuck your clothes and jump in a river nekked, nobody minds, do your thing.
anyways, if you drive west to east you will find a 4b's in butte, bozeman, billings, and... well no more b's, there is no 4th town that starts with b but there are other cafes in this chain of the beaten path, but none start with b. so where is the 4th b? this gives you things to ponder while driving across god's country.
turns out 4b's is named for family, not towns. bill, buddy, bill jr, and barb. try the biscuits and gravy or the grilled cheese with creamy tomato soup, trust me i'm a connoisseur.
anyways, i have converted my 3-legged stool retirement plan - fers, tsp, ss - to the 4b's. bus, boat, beer, and babe. that is all i need. actually it's more than i need but i could handle it. i could do with less, but if i have to pitch one of them it ain't gonna be the beer. simple man.
about 2 decades ago while traveling for construction work i got introduced to a restaurant chain named "4b's" it is like a perkins or a dennys, just regular mid american family cafe stuff, pretty good though. you can find them in montana. montana is 750 miles wide east to west so you can spend a full twelve hour day just driving across it in good weather without too many stops, and see some wild things. you can also just pull over anywhere and shuck your clothes and jump in a river nekked, nobody minds, do your thing.
anyways, if you drive west to east you will find a 4b's in butte, bozeman, billings, and... well no more b's, there is no 4th town that starts with b but there are other cafes in this chain of the beaten path, but none start with b. so where is the 4th b? this gives you things to ponder while driving across god's country.
turns out 4b's is named for family, not towns. bill, buddy, bill jr, and barb. try the biscuits and gravy or the grilled cheese with creamy tomato soup, trust me i'm a connoisseur.
anyways, i have converted my 3-legged stool retirement plan - fers, tsp, ss - to the 4b's. bus, boat, beer, and babe. that is all i need. actually it's more than i need but i could handle it. i could do with less, but if i have to pitch one of them it ain't gonna be the beer. simple man.
burrocrat
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East Grand Forks losing patience with bike collector | INFORUM
eff you henry. myself, i think a person should be able to keep as many bikes as they want however they want on property they own. this reminds me of one time when i was on a sawmill job in talent, oregon. it was a time warp vortex kind of place. there was this small strip club downtown and it had a few christian protesters in front handing out salvation pamphlets standing around a 55 gallon barrel with a fire in it to keep warm. inside they only had a beer license not liquor. one of the dancers must've recently calved because she could obviously still qualify for a wet nurse job, but apparently she preferred dancing. i talked to the owner about it, he said they have to bring them in from california on two week shifts, no local talent will take their clothes off. funny stuff, no local talent in talent oregon. ha! anyways, when leaving i notice this school bus down at the end of the road, stacked with bicycles. piled on top the whole way, hanging off the sides, strapped to the back blocking the emergency door, everywhere. more bikes than i've ever seen in one place. they're even smashed inside up against the windows you could see in. the ones without duct tape and tinfoil. so i walk down there and knock, i ask this guy that is a lot a bikes you have there, how many? he says not enough. cool dude, cool. nice bus.
in oregon if you have a school bus, well then that is a mobile home. if you park two school busses close together, well then you got yourself a doublewide. uptown. milk and bikes in talent oregon. true story.
eff you henry. myself, i think a person should be able to keep as many bikes as they want however they want on property they own. this reminds me of one time when i was on a sawmill job in talent, oregon. it was a time warp vortex kind of place. there was this small strip club downtown and it had a few christian protesters in front handing out salvation pamphlets standing around a 55 gallon barrel with a fire in it to keep warm. inside they only had a beer license not liquor. one of the dancers must've recently calved because she could obviously still qualify for a wet nurse job, but apparently she preferred dancing. i talked to the owner about it, he said they have to bring them in from california on two week shifts, no local talent will take their clothes off. funny stuff, no local talent in talent oregon. ha! anyways, when leaving i notice this school bus down at the end of the road, stacked with bicycles. piled on top the whole way, hanging off the sides, strapped to the back blocking the emergency door, everywhere. more bikes than i've ever seen in one place. they're even smashed inside up against the windows you could see in. the ones without duct tape and tinfoil. so i walk down there and knock, i ask this guy that is a lot a bikes you have there, how many? he says not enough. cool dude, cool. nice bus.
in oregon if you have a school bus, well then that is a mobile home. if you park two school busses close together, well then you got yourself a doublewide. uptown. milk and bikes in talent oregon. true story.
