Olive Drab Green
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I just bit into a peach. First time the pit ever opened up. Looked inside, sitting under the pit shell and on top of the seed was a tiny web with a tiny spider. And I’m totally out of smoke until Friday. 
Weirdest shit someone has tried to sell to you?
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lokie
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Want to see a magic trick?I just bit into a peach. First time the pit ever opened up. Looked inside, sitting under the pit shell and on top of the seed was a tiny web with a tiny spider. And I’m totally out of smoke until Friday.
Roger A. Shrubber
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ain't that a peach?!!?
Olive Drab Green
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Sir Napsalot
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Fake Tlingit art
farmasensist
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A guy called and tried to sell me an ATM machine. I also got something in the mail from someone selling equipment to run a car wash.
Roger A. Shrubber
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Herb & Suds
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gwheels
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Politics ! in any shape or form. They are all rich people trying to get the middle mans dough.
I even get sucked in to it.....i am a conservative...wait a minute that ended.
Race has nothing to do with it. Cash is...green where you come from (up here it is pretty colours).
And capitalism is waning. Like the August moon. Shit will change in time.
I hate guns but i am thinking a cabin in the woods and guns. That might work. Well if i have a pool and kick ass internet
I even get sucked in to it.....i am a conservative...wait a minute that ended.
Race has nothing to do with it. Cash is...green where you come from (up here it is pretty colours).
And capitalism is waning. Like the August moon. Shit will change in time.
I hate guns but i am thinking a cabin in the woods and guns. That might work. Well if i have a pool and kick ass internet
Diabolical666
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A bag of dirty ass oranges at an off ramp
Gorillaglue4u
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Had a guy in Detroit try selling me hash. I like hash so asked him to check it out. He pulls out a rock in a bag a rock like you would pick up off the sidewalk.....I love Detroit
UNICRONLIVES
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Ghost memories in a mason jar for for 5 bucks...I bought it and opened it and held it upside down and shook a few times to make sure all the memories were out. Now Im gunna start to put my memories in it!!
Iriemedicine
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Look for Mexican grandmas selling tamales in parking lots. Usually fire . One here goes by “the tamale lady”, she’s the plug if you need just a few or want to pick up some weight.
Roger A. Shrubber
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a bum started trying to sell me his piggly wiggly shopping cart, but half way through the negotiations, his other personality took over, and decided to keep it as a vacation home
TacoMac
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I had a guy try to sell me my friends Gibson Les Paul.
We're sort of guitar nuts and have been for ages. About 20 years ago while a good friend was at a gig, somebody stole his 1977 Gibson Les Paul Custom. That was his baby. I understood exactly how shattered he was when it was stolen.
We put up signs, offered rewards with no questions asked, the whole 9 yards.
Nothing.
About 2 years later after a gig I was in, this fellow comes up to me and asks me if I would be interested in a Gibson. Well, sure. Of course I am. (at the time I only had my Stratocaster and my Epiphone Les Paul which I still have to this day)
So I go out to the parking lot with this cat and along the way he's giving me this story about how he's on hard times and he's trying to get whatever he can for the guitar without being robbed. He's saying his bottom dollar was an even 1000 bucks.
We get to his truck and the instant I saw the case I knew what it was. I opened the case up, acted like I had never seen it, and just to make absolutely certain I was right I rolled it over and looked at the pot cover.
And right there on the plastic cover were the words "you're welcome! good luck!" and my initials.
I had installed a Jimmy Page wiring rig and a new set of Seth Lover pickups in that guitar for my friend a few years before.
So I asked the guy if it would be OK to walk back inside with it, plug it up and give it a test real quick. He said, "sure! let's do it!"
Needless to say, when I walked back in and held that Les Paul up, two people knew exactly what it was - the drummer (who was also friends with us both) and of course my buddy whose guitar it was.
They beat that guy to within an inch of his life.
But all's well that ends well. I still joke to this day that my buddy owes me a thousand dollars.
We're sort of guitar nuts and have been for ages. About 20 years ago while a good friend was at a gig, somebody stole his 1977 Gibson Les Paul Custom. That was his baby. I understood exactly how shattered he was when it was stolen.
We put up signs, offered rewards with no questions asked, the whole 9 yards.
Nothing.
About 2 years later after a gig I was in, this fellow comes up to me and asks me if I would be interested in a Gibson. Well, sure. Of course I am. (at the time I only had my Stratocaster and my Epiphone Les Paul which I still have to this day)
So I go out to the parking lot with this cat and along the way he's giving me this story about how he's on hard times and he's trying to get whatever he can for the guitar without being robbed. He's saying his bottom dollar was an even 1000 bucks.
We get to his truck and the instant I saw the case I knew what it was. I opened the case up, acted like I had never seen it, and just to make absolutely certain I was right I rolled it over and looked at the pot cover.
And right there on the plastic cover were the words "you're welcome! good luck!" and my initials.
I had installed a Jimmy Page wiring rig and a new set of Seth Lover pickups in that guitar for my friend a few years before.
So I asked the guy if it would be OK to walk back inside with it, plug it up and give it a test real quick. He said, "sure! let's do it!"
Needless to say, when I walked back in and held that Les Paul up, two people knew exactly what it was - the drummer (who was also friends with us both) and of course my buddy whose guitar it was.
They beat that guy to within an inch of his life.
But all's well that ends well. I still joke to this day that my buddy owes me a thousand dollars.