Good Morning Nerdy Trailers!

48 stinkin degrees here in FLA....Had to turn the furnace on last night for the first time this season :mad:

Anyway- this brisk and rude awakening reminded me of this for some reason:

I guess it is because to me it's the quintessential portrait of restless yearning: with all of those essential elements melded -the guy, his girl, the romance of cars, the stagnating small town, the symbolic freedom of the open road, and a burning faith in the redemptive power of rock'n'roll.



Enjoy




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sssssssssssso gay




And it's 20 degrees here.

You have yourself a great day!!!!

YOU'RE GAAAAAAY, MISTER!!!!


You have ya sef an even more bettah day























:)

This is a bittersweet day for me, actually. I'm going to change the motor oil in my truck.





















That's the Sweet part.




















The Bitter - I must part with a dear old friend. A friend who has been with me through thick and thin, a friend that has been in the past, as flexible and helpful, endearing and stylish as one could possibly be - much to the envy of all who have enjoyed my friends company.














He stands singularly as a symbol of freedom; a symbol of burning faith, and the last and final bastion of bachelorhood.















Perhaps this is what inspired me to recall Thunder Road this morning.




















For it is this day, after I change mah motor oil - that I must




































Take mah futon to the dump :(:mad::(

Wow, Tampa Downs can't open fast enough..................

RIP and may it fly with the angels.

Last summer.... this was this morning - the lil turd's growing like a weed:

Watch it, West Acre!!!!!!!!....














It is still in the garage..... Don't feel like dealing with it today

The dog or the futon?

This all says that it is a good day to die.

Anf I deleted all messages sent to me in this last week---unread.




I hope they were long and a lot of effort was put into them.

Both. The dog went into full on depression mode when it was exchanged with an elliptical machine (the futty was pretty much his favorite spot in the house - which is why it finally met it's demise).... I'm surprised he hasn't peed all over the damn exercise machine thingy by now out of sheer spite... He just barks at it and gives it pissy looks...

When he saw the futon in the garage he wouldn't come back in the house - so ah jus' said "have at it, turd" and left him there....lasted about 5 minutes and that was over, barking and scratching on the door to get back in.


You going to the Bulls game tonight?

Agreed









Highly doubtful..... The long and lots of effort part at least....



Probably Steevie-poo granting you clemency to join the rest of the fray....but, we'll nevah know now....Good going...

Perhaps a bit too premature, Gooey....

























It's like Clyde - it won't die.





























But your thoughtful sentiment is graciously appreciated.

I think nothing would be better than a photo of Gooey laying on her back;opening up a petcock valve.A big blown up photo displayed right by my coffin.


There would be a hood over my face because dead people look awful.

Which is also why Frenzy should be wearing a hood.

ROR!!!!!!


Who's Frenzy?