Yep, it's a beauty! will include a gallon of old Bondo that I have lying around (you supply the hardener). no title, but plenty of wagon stuff. get it before the snow flies and i'll buy lunch. thanks, mike roman (the junkyard pirate)
i'm gettin' outa this ole car bizness, too stressful. Boro's crackin' down, wife's complainin', kids not doing well in school, girlfriend says I never take her out, dog's gettin' meaner, I might as well start sellin dope. 3-5 in the slammer would take me away from all this.
I have found that selling dope is not as profitable as I thought. everybody wants to pay you later, want to trade their girlfriend for an 8-ball (whatever that is), trade a flat screen for a couple OZs, i'm going back to car parts.
i'm just leaving it for the new owners, they might need a place to sleep. said they're building a Meth Lab. whatever that is.
I think they are chemical engineers, they started bringing in lots of stuff before they even paid me. one must be ill cause there's a lot of Sudafed.
saw a bunch of criminal lookin people going in & out. neighbors keep calling me about late nite activity. maybe they are just nite-owls?
rear seat gone. homeless guy is now using it as a seat under the bridge that crosses Chartiers Crick.
i will begin the process of reducing this to a pile of its essential parts. a hammer, cold chisel & 2 hacksaw blades will aid in separating the good from the bad.
i've run out of stamina. both hacksaw blades broke. i'm now trying to cut it apart by rubbing a sharp rock against the metal. no wonder the Neandertals didn't make it.
a local guy has rented me a beaver. i explained to him that this was a TinWoody. he said the beaver wouldn't care he'll chew thru anything. so far he has gone thru 2 roof joists and one of the 6x6s that hold a garage door. when i try to push him toward the Olds he keeps slappin me with his tail. I'm scareda him.