Ramona Quimby "> Snootzie(this cat will put up with anything) "> MingMing(mingoloid or just plain Loyd) the queen bee and my favorite pound puppy. She had just attacked the water hose in this picture.
Solomon- best dog in the world- RIP - I look Jewish in this pic for some reason my big old green truck- that I do not know how to drive... but it was the best out door play pen when my kid was little - throw him in the back - give him some toys-he was set...open the driver door, so the dog would think he was going somewhere... he would sit there forever. That was only way I could get any yard work done. I have not uploaded any of my current pets... but they are all big ugly mutts
Hey do you still have that 67-72 Chevrolet (or GMC) pickup? I might be interested in it (well obviously I am). 3 on the tree huh?
1970 Chevrolet was my grandfathers pride and joy. He put about as many miles on it in 23 years - that I put on a car in 3 years. Cant give it up. Plus I use it every once in a while...well I have someone else drive it. And this spring/summer, it will a an outdoor play pen again.
I've got pictures on here of each of them and more on my computer. I'm paranoid about posting them because I am always afraid that somehow someone I know will stumble upon here and then start reading my posts and I don't want that to happen. Only like one or two people know I post here. I have always kept it a secret. I used to do that with music. I wouldn't tell anyone about a band I liked because I didn't want them to start listening to them.
Greedy bitch! No wonder Martin has to mandate registrations for site access! It's all your fault for not pimping the site! Nah, I'm just fucking with you so that the spies outside your window can gauge your reaction when you read this.
"He's doing something to his ass, but he sure aint kicking it" - Eric Cartman I know all about the Grampa trucks, mine had a 74 Chevy, green with a white roof, when I started driving it in 93 it had 50 some odd thousand miles on it. No AC, just those little paddle vents down by your feet, and the high-beams switch on the floor, man I miss that thing.
She can't compare to your slobber machines but if you have a lazy afternoon, a jar of peanut butter, and drawn shades, she's a cheap date.
They say you can tell a lot about a person, by what kind of dog they have Small fancy toy breed (poodle, yorkie, shi tzu, chihuahua )- Women High maintinece, cares about name brands, trends MEN either married and has no control OR gay. Sporty breeds (boxer, terriers, labs)- Both men and women- athletic, fun, out going, outdoorsy type Large breeds (mastiff, great dane,St. Bernard) Both men and women- laid back, relaxed, reliable Ugly Mutt (mix breed) Both men and women- secure with them self, values personality other then looks, not out to impress
Does not even look like there is any rust on the cab top where water sits in the rain guards. Those are notorious for that. Please tell me you keep it under a cover of some type.
The secret is to coat those rims with a liberal layering of rock salt, then moisten it just to the point where it will dry and assume a uniform layer. People in the Rust Belt states haven't quite figured that one out yet... They're still pimping out their rides with oxidized wheel wells.
not a drop of rust, and I do not have a cover on it right now. My brother wrecked about 4 years ago (small dent) , and I had it fixed and some kind of top of the line paint job done on it. I wash and wax it, thats about it
All your animals are cute. Big or small, they all serve a purpose. Mingoloid is awsome to take to the park and play frisbe with and shes one hell of a guard dog. And Ramona keeps my feet and my butt warm at night by cuddling up next to me. The cat is my kids, shes awsome just because of the shit she puts up with. When my son was 3 or 4 he use to carry her around like a suitcase and she would just hang there till he put her down. And Bigmama, I like the first pic you posted of Solomon, he was one good looking dog, and your not to shabby yourself...
Daisy. Ringleader of the syndicate. Ruthless. Keeps the others in line. Winston. I won the 'custody battle' with an ex-girlfriend. RIP. (The dog, not the ex - don't know where the fuck she's at now.) Daisy, guarding the door, & Caldonia, on night watch out back... Tobie. Happy to be inside. Daisy doesn't know what to think of Stingray, the 80-year old walking rock: Daisy, overseeing construction of a new desk: ...and checking out the new plumbing: No... She was not drinking out of the toilet. The bowl was sitting on my living room rug when that picture was taken, fresh out of the box, uninstalled.