Discussion in 'Lounge' started by beerbelly, Nov 4, 2020.
I wonder if the Vette is Tiffany's?
Only if Tiff was butch.
Okay, so I posted elsewhere (and, of course, I can't fricking find which thread it's in) about the Oregon guy in the Fifties, who bought a B-17, surplus, from the USAAF and flew it home, in order to install it on his gas station. So, as Paul Harvey would say, "And now you have the rest of the story:"
Neat article Andy
Yeah, I love it! I never knew about it as a kid (we lived in Tigard when Dad was in Vietnam), but I had heard something a few decades ago, and then finally found an article about his trip, but not the movement of the bomber without a permit, or that it hopefully will be restored to flying condition, considering its low hours.
I enjoy stories like this...
Too many times. Even once is once too many.
You're talking to Boney Dog Hopkins here.
Yo. Boney Bones McGee is in the house.
"Sleepy Bones Lee" here. Ya know, I think I like it. Sure beats Bone Headed Polock
Careful; you're close to unleashing a flood of Polish jokes.....
"Fat Bad Boy" Franklin. Natch.
Do you know how many there are? ONE!!! All the rest are TRUE
I oughta know, remember, mine ends in "ski"
I’ve got 2 middle names — who knew Old Gumbo Boy Lee was alive and well and living in Gisborne NZ !!
Reminds me of the "Popplers" episode of Futurama, where the alien king eats the hippie.
"Wow, that hippie's starting to kick in...."
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