Anybody know where in town I can find a "mountain board?" Not for me, clearly. (It's like an all-terrain skateboard, from what I can tell.)
Anybody know where in town I can find a "mountain board?" Not for me, clearly. (It's like an all-terrain skateboard, from what I can tell.)
When you stop drinking, you have to deal with this marvelous personality that started you drinking in the first place. -- Jimmy Breslin
I have one! Ski rope behind the 4-wheeler, beer buzz and 30 year-old knees is all you need. Also good for summer sledding. But I'm 46 now and not doing that no more. Will trade for food. I'm about to venture out to the barn & will post a pic.
Here's another local place. I only know of this place because their dog was voted best store dog one year, ripping off the dog at Nostalgia for the honor!
http://www.theboardroomknoxville.com/
"She's not your garden-variety lesbian. She's a militant-activist-mean lesbian, working her whole career to advance the homosexual agenda. ." [Jesse Helms A.P., May'93]
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"a Brahmin revolutionary from the Golden Age with pink and lavender blood vessels with lots of expertise on the issues"
[Hildegard, Blab, May '09]
Pluto.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” - Albert Camus
Y'aller spoilin' thet boy. This is all you need. You still need a Ford F150 to pull it though:
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"Kids that didn't want to play along got trampled."
...Christopher Scum
Yet another toy that, if I'd had access to it when I was young, I would never have seen my 16th birthday. Hell, I was jumping ramps on a on a 30-pound bicycle with a banana seat, high rise handlebars, a chopped fork and a fat slick on the rear. If I'd had a real BMX bike, I'd have been inspired to do some real harm to myself. Those were the days before anyone ever dreamed of wearing a helmet on a bicycle.
But that looks like a hoot to ride down a hill.
The biggest problem with that setup was when we went through the pasture, the front of the tin would scoop up the cow shit and fling it up in your face. Until someone got cut, that is. Then that was the biggest problem.
Yeah, we were upper crust I guess. Spoiled rotten. Hell, it was Sumner County. The fuckin elite.