Ah, the era of the muscle car. If I knew then what I know now, I'd have worked like a dog after school and during summers and put every dime into buying some of these things and just put them up on blocks. Today, my retirement would have been secure.
And speaking of retirement, Florida is looking more and more like a very remote possibility.
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Yippee...as if I didn't dislike this place enough already...
ReplyDeleteAnd you should see the size of the slug my best friend found on her sliding door yesterday...
...I hate Florida...
I understand that they're pretty tasty cooked up in butter and garlic.
ReplyDeleteIf you want to see giant slugs, go to Oregon and Washington! (We used to have tons of fun with saltshakers there.)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if you can salt giant snails to death, too?
Isn't Florida one of those places where a 12-pack and a bug zapper make a fine evening's entertainment?
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ReplyDeleteEveryone to SwampWoman's house for snail steaks!
I think I would be more worried about the giant mosquitos.
ReplyDeleteMy neighbor had a Chevelle SS, and they're right - it was a beast.
ReplyDeleteFast as hell, terrible gas mileage - but who cared? Gas was 35 cents a gallon.
Hey - where did Wron leave the TARDIS?
ReplyDeleteI hope Wron didn't leave the thing sitting somewhere with the keys in the ignition.
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