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doublejj

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I worked with an Aussie bricky that was illegal in the states for 20 years. He even ran his own there. He bailed after 9/11 said that he was worried the would figure it out. He claimed that he left a house and cars and heaps of money. I think it was half truths.
He worked and live around Little Rock apparently. He said it was so easy to make money because of the cheap Mexican labour.
He now has this annoying half Aussies half US accent.
I think I know the guy...lol
 

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
I worked with an Aussie bricky that was illegal in the states for 20 years. He even ran his own there. He bailed after 9/11 said that he was worried the would figure it out. He claimed that he left a house and cars and heaps of money. I think it was half truths.
He worked and live around Little Rock apparently. He said it was so easy to make money because of the cheap Mexican labour.
He now has this annoying half Aussies half US accent.
southern, squared
 

tyler.durden

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I hadn't been on my bike in almost a week, I've been busy with so many gigs. Nothing but clear skies in the forecast. About 30 minutes in, a black shelf cloud a couple miles in diameter comes out of nowhere, and covers the sun. It was moving fast. I felt the first few drops as I was nearing the end of the 606 futuristic bike path, when the sky just opened up. I was getting drenched in fat, cold drops of rain, when suddenly I'm hit in the helmet and back with a handful of rocks. Only these rocks were made of ice, it started hailing like crazy. The noise was amazing, I'm being hit constantly, and I can't see a thing. I managed to get under a park bridge with about a dozen other folks that were rooting me on for the last block or so. They remarked that the hail looked painful, and indeed, it was. The unexpected storm only lasted about ten minutes, it was weird to see the ground covered in ice on an 85f degree day. The sun came out, and I rode carefully home through the slush and puddles like a six year old girl...
 

Metasynth

Well-Known Member
I hadn't been on my bike in almost a week, I've been busy with so many gigs. Nothing but clear skies in the forecast. About 30 minutes in, a black shelf cloud a couple miles in diameter comes out of nowhere, and covers the sun. It was moving fast. I felt the first few drops as I was nearing the end of the 606 futuristic bike path, when the sky just opened up. I was getting drenched in fat, cold drops of rain, when suddenly I'm hit in the helmet and back with a handful of rocks. Only these rocks were made of ice, it started hailing like crazy. The noise was amazing, I'm being hit constantly, and I can't see a thing. I managed to get under a park bridge with about a dozen other folks that were rooting me on for the last block or so. They remarked that the hail looked painful, and indeed, it was. The unexpected storm only lasted about ten minutes, it was weird to see the ground covered in ice on an 85f degree day. The sun came out, and I rode carefully home through the slush and puddles like a six year old girl...
I swear, if you're not a secret agent belonging to part of some clandestine operation charged with keeping the world safe from all that is evil, I will be beyond disappointed.

Please, don't answer...just let me believe...







...just let me believe.
 

Bareback

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Never heard of Rose Slugs, but I put down Corey's slug and snail bait because of all the snails that live in the old railroad ties I have as a retaining wall.
Some trimmers come up here and just never leave...:joint:
I'm from the deep south and when I see a statement like that, it makes me wonder.....by who's chose.

If I could, I would definitely come and trim.
 
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