June 08, 2004
Recondo 32 and his lovely wife Georgia came by the Crackerbox this afternoon in their
USED brand-new Mustang, muscle-car convertable. We went out to eat lunch at Weisenbacker's restaurant. We filled our bellies and decided to go joy-riding.
Georgia tied a really colorful doo-rag around my head to keep my hair out of my eyes. She and Recondo donned doo-rags, too, and off we went into the bright Georgia sunshine. In a convertable. With black leather upholstery. A convertable with black leather upholstery that had been PARKED IN THE SUN for an hour or so! That was nice.
I have a second-degree burn on the right cheek of my ass.
But, I'll tell you what... we looked COOL tearing down the road in that car. We had our doo-rags flapping, the wind whistling in our ears and that throaty roar from the "stang's" engine making me think of what a pussy-getting car THIS would be if I ONLY had one back in high school. Bejus!
I was returned unharmed, hours later, to the Crackerbox and no ransom was paid for my release.
Damn, Eric's blog broke before I could unleash my wisdom.
Wow. Geoff's right. Bumsta. I was looking forward to some Dog Snot, as my guest posts are universally despised.
Yes, yes... but how's the Acid-hiney?
Jesus, Rob... the mind-movie from this post is... is... techni-color, to say the least.
Doo-rags, burnt cheeks... oh my gawd... laughing too hard to type, now...
(several minutes later)
Up pulls this gorgeous, tweaked out, cherry "Stang with the exhaust bellowing promises of power, speed, nookie and cajones... then...
This guy peels himself offa the seat and struggles out, wearing a limp doo-rag and a shit-eatin' grin complete with unshed tears from the wind and the pain (from the burnt butt-cheek) as he limps (again, from the burnt butt cheek) off to grab a beer...
Yes, that IS my dream-man.
Hold me back... hold me BACK, MAN!!!!
God, Rob... you are SO cute!!!!
(I mean it, too...)
I used to have a '71 LTD 2 - door with a 351 Cleveland. Not a bad car but didn't go round corners. That was before someone spliced the wrong reel into the middle of my fucking life.