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     Tootal |
 I love both of those! I was president of the St. Louis BMW Club, the car club. We were more interested in driving twisty roads and doing track days but I see the ones that think they own the road and you are just another pylon in their race to work! I just love raccoons! I had one as a pet and it's amazing how intelligent they are! We never caged her and she would come and go. Not a Meme but a picture no less! My mom on my bicycle with Bandy!  | ||
| 86129squids |
THAT picture needs to be blown up and framed, my friend, then hung in a proper place for all to enjoy! Thanks for sharing! | ||
| Torquehd |
That is a sweet pic! | ||
| Strokizator |
Same here. Even without the raccoon, that picture is a classic. | ||
| Rick_a |
That raccoon is just chillin' back there. (Message edited by Rick_A on July 24, 2016) | ||
| Torquehd |
  The real question is, how long until the resident decides that "Cherokee" is a racist name? Don't think you're immune just because you're a rice burner, Toyota Sequoia. | ||
| Sifo |
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| Xbduck |
So I just spent 4 hour yesterday driving to the beach and I must correct Aesquire, I think the BMW owners are moving to Lexus! | ||
| Airbozo |
BMW's tagline used to be "Drivers Wanted". I think they dropped it because they couldn't find any... The logo on the Lexus is a fitting one for most of their drivers. On my commute the folks who don't seem to understand how the turns signals work are the ones driving the most expensive cars. Watched a Mercedes Coup try to take a lane last week with no signal and ended up hitting a plumbing truck. Knocked both of them off the road at least. One second later, he would have taken out a motorcycle too. | ||
| Aesquire |
Full face helmet, tank top, shorts. ( & usually sandals ) The future skin graft recipient. Typical local squid. For organ donor material you want a no helmet law state. I pick on Beemer owners because. ......  Luxury car drivers have a well deserved rep. Partly class envy. But you only really notice the jerks. To be fair. | ||
| Torquehd |
My brother rode with a group of squids for a couple years, they called themselves the "Organ Donors", had Tshirts and bumper stickers and all. I'm glad he grew out of that. | ||
| Pwnzor |
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| 86129squids |
Had an aisshole in a Pinto/Maverick hatchback, with antique plates, nearly run me over as I was walking to my truck in Wallyworld parking lot this evening. I cussed him. Nice car, aisshat driver. | ||
| Rick_a |
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| Aesquire |
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| Torquehd |
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| Sifo |
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| Hootowl |
"my eyes are up here" In the immortal words of Homer Simpson, "I've made my decision". | ||
| Chauly |
The eyes have it ;the motion is carried. | ||
| Macbuell |
She has a head? Didn't notice | ||
| Rick_a |
 Boob squeeze-a-thon for charity. They are a quirky (and kinky) bunch. | ||
| 86129squids |
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| Paint_shaker |
You be here 4 hour. You touch too many boobs. You leave now! | ||
| Crusty |
If women don't want men to stare at their boobs, why do they dress to advertise them? | ||
| Aesquire |
That's not the point. They just want eyes to have equal time. Why do you think they use eye makeup? Me, I love Décolletage. It's a style that I like from thousands of years of history. Check out Cretan dress some time. I'll take that any day over a burka. But it's just polite to look up from time to time to see if she's smiling. After all, there might be a cool breeze & she's not all that happy to see you. | ||
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| Wolfridgerider |
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| Pwnzor |
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| Alfau |
If women don't want men to stare at their boobs, why do they dress to advertise them? I DUNNO.  | ||
| Alfau |
A small church had a very attractive big-busted organist, Linda, and her breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played the organ. Unfortunately, she distracted the congregation considerably. The very proper church ladies were appalled. They said something had to be done about this or they would have to get another organist. So one of the ladies approached Linda very discreetly about the problem, and told her to mash up some green astringent persimmons and rub them over her breasts, which should cause them to shrink in size, but warned her not to taste any of the green persimmons, because they are so sour they will make her mouth pucker up, and she wouldn't be able to talk properly for a while. The voluptuous organist reluctantly agreed to try it. The following Sunday morning the minister walked up to the pulpit and said, "Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon tewday. |
