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Yes. I remember riding that bike on the way home from the bar late in the afternoon. A bunch of weekend warriors were riding by on their Harleys after leaving the bar. They were laughing like hell and pointing at me. I was ringing my bell and honking my horn right back. Good times. Surprisingly a big biker never hit me. But drunk women causing a problem in the bar thought they could get away with that stuff. My favorite maneuver was asking for a word outside and as they stepped out first( gentleman) I’d close the door. Always got a laugh and usually the drunk had a laugh too.Wow!Can you do the Tequila dance Kurt?!
It's a looker
Beautiful old Lamb JerI didn't know there was such a thing as a BT puller. Mine isn't that bad yet.
It occurred to me only recently that my honeysuckle and wild grapes and pokeweed have been so slow to die because I've been using the weed and grass killer.
Thanks, and you bet. And maybe I'll try to impress the coyotes by throwing in the occasional Hung Gar plum blossom fist butterfly kick.
I've been remiss about GeoW. This, and another big knife that will not be named here, were gifts fromSteveC , who won them in @Jakeywax31's GAW.
I want to be clear about that.
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You heard it here first buddy!
Great bone Jack.We've got sneaky rain here, the sort of rain that appears suddenly out of a blue skyBefore the first downpour came, I had a coffee at Charlie's, and then went into town. I picked up some bread, and then went for a haircut. I need to find a new barbers, the Iranians have doubled their prices, and I'm only in the chair 5 minutes. There are junkies coming in trying to sell stolen goods, and instead of chasing them out of the shop, they're placing orders! I had one eye on the barber, and one eye on my jacket!
The sun came out while I was in the shop, and it looked like the makings of a nice day. I decided to get a coffee and a sausage sandwich at a cafe I used to frequent a decade back. Their prices have gone up too, and the sandwich didn't taste great, neither did the coffee. The waitress was an.absolute misery
I came out into a downpour. There were more junkies huddled in doorways, openly inspecting their recent purchases, and begging aggressively from passers-by. It's got rough down near the markets these past couple of years. The cops seem to leave the ne'er-do-wells alone, maybe preferring they stay in the same place, and away from Leeds' swankier streets
I ducked into a small supermarket to escape the rain, stepping over the street-drinker slumped in the doorway. I couldn't find much I wanted to buy. Outside, it was raining even heavier. The drunk outside had roused himself, bidding me a slurred Good Morning, and waving a paper cup.
I walked through the rain, and boarded a bus back home. The sun came out, and I was soon back on my street, in what's considered a tough neighbourhood, but which is actually friendly, and pleasant, and a long way from some of the streets of central Leeds
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That one turned out great, Kurt.
Thanks Bob, a rough place for a long time.Great bone Jack.
Your street description sounds like the Bowery in New York City before gentrification.
Nice pairing Sceva
Isn't that the way?!
I suspect I caught mine from Wolfie, courtesy of his kids It has been mild, but sure has dragged on 
Nice to see that one buddy 
Good morning, I hope everyone is doing well, and having a good week. I'm really struggling with the VPN this morning. Fortunately, no imgur pics here, so I can turn it off, but it's only going to be a matter of time before I can it altogetherCarrying one of my 3 @jsdistin re-covers today. This one in giraffe bone. Have a great day Guardians
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Having looked round the market, spending some time perusing a stall which sold wooden toys, and eventually purchasing two children's books for my granddaughter from the adjacent stall, I decided to go to the High Street. There's a junk shop there with the unlikely name of Madame Gi Gi. It is run by a deranged middle-aged woman who dresses like the sort of teenager who walks round with a copy of Poe's works under their arm, and stays out of the sun in case they crumble to dust. Of course, she actually calls herself Madame Gi Gi, and she probably SHOULD stay out of the sun. Indeed out of the light altogether.
Madam Gi Gi's emporium is a junk shop so cluttered with tat that it looks like someone has bombed a bin waggon (I think you say garbage truck
Lest my nerve should fail me, I rushed the door of the shop and was swiftly inside. A bell signalled my entrance and Madame Gi Gi separated herself from the pile of tawdry clothing she had been picking through like a black cat on a dumped chicken dinner. The thick lipstick on her powder-caked visage moved, and in a bizarre Yorkshire-French accent, Madame Gi Gi asked if I was looking for anything in particular. I replied that I was simply browsing, and she eyed me suspiciously, warning me about breakages needing to be paid for and telling me that some of "our things" were very expensive.
The shop had been made cramped by an abundance of tat, and despite wearing a corset on top of her clothes, it has to be said that Madame Gi Gi makes a small crowd on her own. As I looked around it felt quite claustrophobic, and I couldn't see anything whatsoever of interest, least of all any knives. Since I knew there was more clutter downstairs in the cellars of the shop, I asked if I might look there. As this was permitted, I descended the narrow stone steps to the labrynth below. The last time I had been in the shop, Madame Gi Gi's young acolyte/assistant had been sorting through what looked like years of accumulated junk, and trying to put it into some sort of order. He had succeeded to some extent, but there was still nothing of interest on display, As I went back upstairs, I boldly asked Madame Gi GI if she ever had any pocket knives in. Her brow furrowed, cracking the plaster of paris pancake, then grumpily, and enigmatically she said, "Sometimes", before turning back to the pile of dark old clothing she was picking through.
Well done Steve, Spalty is a lookerGood afternoon Guardians
Another busy day so far for me.
Finished staining my deck and had to walk the property with the head painter. Also dealing with some repairs needed before painting can start.
Carrying Spalty
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I've had a meeting this evening, and more work to look forward to, but I'm finished for tonight, and might have a beer 
Well done Steve, Spalty is a looker
Thanks Steve, good idea buddy, enjoy your napThanks buddy, have a nice relaxing evening ! I'm going to take a nap for a bit
Amazing grain Steve.
Wonderful Kurt, those are certainly things to appreciate and enjoy
Spalty is a sweetheart Steve, great shot
