I don't have a photo to prove it, but I saw a car with the perfect license plate for an Escort: BJHJ 692
Blowjob, Handjob, Sixty-nine, too.
Blowjob, Handjob, Sixty-nine, too.
I Actually Saw This
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Quite a while ago I saw a pickup truck with the license plate NASTY HD. It was driven by a hot blonde.
Glad you were able to explain that to us
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My favourite is the actual CIMB Classic on the PGT Tour. The only letter missing is "J" .
No one HERE needs the explanation. I added it for people who use Twitter, and retweet. I don't use Twitter, and I write my own material, but I'm more flattered than angry if someone copy/pastes my prose, and tries to pass it off as their own.Glad you were able to explain that to us
There is or was a small independent grocery store on Ste Catherine St in Montreal, near de la Montagne, named Bywell's, which catered to the affluent living in nearby central downtown condos. Everything was expensive, but the quality of fresh meats, cheese, and vegetable produce was second to none, and they did deliveries, and most of the people who shopped there didn't look or ask about the price of items. I actually worked there for twelve days in spring, 1980 between college semesters, before returning to the job where I'd worked the previous summer.
Bywell's had a fish tank at the front of the store, filled with live rainbow trout. If you wanted fresh fish, you'd point at the fish you wanted, and they'd net and gut it for you.
In 1981, I was walking by, and saw a homeless man starring at the fish tank, so I stopped and waited, about ten feet away. After a couple of minutes, he reached into the tank, then used his wet hand to slick back his hair. He then reached into the tank again, grabbed one of the trout, squeezed it, and tried unsuccessfully to comb his hair with the fish's dorsal fin. It was like something right out of The Flintstones.
Bywell's had a fish tank at the front of the store, filled with live rainbow trout. If you wanted fresh fish, you'd point at the fish you wanted, and they'd net and gut it for you.
In 1981, I was walking by, and saw a homeless man starring at the fish tank, so I stopped and waited, about ten feet away. After a couple of minutes, he reached into the tank, then used his wet hand to slick back his hair. He then reached into the tank again, grabbed one of the trout, squeezed it, and tried unsuccessfully to comb his hair with the fish's dorsal fin. It was like something right out of The Flintstones.
A toad with five legs, (three in the front), on the narrow beach east of the water filtration plant at Queen St East and Victoria Park Ave.
Looking at the Expos roster there.
Rusty Staub was one fine ball player.
.280 hitter with a .362 on base percentage......He walked more than he struck out and it's not even close.
499 doubles.......1466 RBI's.......292 HR's.........2716 hits.
And, a better man than he was a ball player.
