I think one of those was displayed in Cleveland at the 1936 Great Lakes Expositiion.
It has sort of a retro vibe. I’d look one over.
I wonder if you could remove the electric stuff and drop a 454 cu. in. Chevy in it? :lol:
Are those our only two choices? Can we substitute other choices?
Because I’d be just fine with going without Miracle Whip. If I never saw it again, I’d survive the ordeal. Miracle Whip is not a substitute for mayonnaise.
But of the offered choices, I’d rather go without electricity. It’s nice...
I don’t think much of my stuff is commonly disparaged. I guess most people would enjoy playing my gear. It’s not bad at all.
About the only place that maybe I don’t really splurge would be my strings and picks.
I use GHS Boomers on my electrics most of the time, and D’Addarios on my acoustics...
Ah, well, that’s probably part of some misunderstanding me.
I’m acculturated to military life back before the military decided to be nicer to their people. On a military base back in the old days, no one would have taken my commentary as hostile. They might have chuckled, but they wouldn’t have...
I don’t think they’re morons. Neither do I think that younger generations are inferior to my own.
Being a moron spans the generations. And all I have to do to confirm that observation is make a trip to Wal-Mart.
You’re trying hard, but in order to successfully refute a point, you have to...
Nice truck! I’ve got a TRD Tundra, but if I didn’t have so much stuff to haul all the time I would have gone for a Tacoma.
But pulling trailers and hauling feed made me choose the bigger model.
We only drive it when we really need it. The rest of the time we use the car. It’s considerably...
Well, whether or not you believe anything that I say is of no consequence to me. Feel free to believe or disbelieve anything that I post.
Most of the people with whom I choose to interact willingly in real life are under thirty. My daughters and their many friends seem to be very fond of me...
Nope. Just different, with different motivations. Not superior.
The problem lies in the fact that our society has no rite of passage anymore. There is no definitive point at which a boy becomes a man, or a girl becomes a woman.
Consequently, we find ourselves living in a world full of boys...
That’s good. Perhaps in the course of your meditation you’ll realize that I’m not singling anyone out as specifically right or wrong, but complaining about the overall social dynamic that seems to drive the human species.
I wouldn’t care about that either if it weren’t for the fact that I’m...
Nope. Because I’m not trying to one-up anyone on some trivial crap. I’m simply expressing my utter contempt for the endless game that most people incessantly play.
And I don’t give a damn at any time where I fall in the pecking order. I refuse to play.
But you just tried to make me wrong. An...
There are nearly eight billion people on the planet, and the overwhelming majority of them think that this goat rope is some sort of competition.
They’re all trying to sort out their place in the pecking order, and if they can figure out any way to make something that you said seem wrong, they...
24 ounces pineapple juice
24 ounces orange soda
12 ounces beer
12 ounces gin
8 ounces rum
Stir thoroughly. Serve on ice.
I’m going by memory, so you may have to adjust to taste.
If you get to drinking Mojo, just remember, everything will be fine until you stand up. You want to be careful when...
A few years ago, I conducted the most sweeping plectrum research inquiry ever carried out in the history of human scientific endeavor.
After months of hands-on research, I can say with certainty that it doesn’t get any better than Dunlop Ultex or Tortex, no matter how much money you spend.
I’m a Boomer, Mrs. Steerforth is Generation X, our oldest daughter is a Millennial, and our youngest daughter is Generation Z.
I have the complete spectrum, all the research data that I need.
I should write, “Human Generations: A Field Guide”.
What the world needs is more categories into...
It was around midnight. I was doing some night fishing, sitting there in my boat, when I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up and there was a beautiful young woman, walking to me on a wave! She was staring at me and calling my name.
I couldn’t get it out of my head for...
Once you buy something from them, they consider you family.
I went to a reunion late last year. Aunt Winifred sure is looking older.
We all had a pretty good time, great barbecue, but then Uncle Frank and Cousin Sarah’s husband, I forget his name, got into a fight.
They’d been drinking all...