My heartfelt thanks to y'all, once again here to be my safe place to vent/blubber/whine/pontificate. For a bunch of loosely connected miscreants (most of whom I've never met in real life), there is a core of humanity represented here that is of great value.
In humble appreciation, I offer a slice of my sound track for a day when I'm sad for the holidays the first few iterations of my 'family' had no clue how to appreciate.
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Now granny she's yelling
She's ready to eat
She's havin' conniptions
'Cause they won't take their seats
But she's got 'em all gathered now under one roof
With her camcorder loaded
She's gonna get proof
But do you have to wear that
Well I just don't see why
Please pass the potatoes
Aw eat **** and die
Did you hear about Ellen, she's leaving, you know
How 'bout those Packers, think it'll snow?
And the minute it's over they'll scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale
Silent and shattered And numb to the core
They count themselves lucky
They got through one more holiday
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McMurtry, his guitar, and a bottle of beer. As it should be.
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1961 220b: first project car - sold.
2000 CLK 430: first modern Benz - sold.
2001 CLK 55: OMG the torque!!! - sold
1972 280SE 4.5: Baby Gustav
1991 300TE 4Matic: Gretel the Snow Bunny - sold
1978 300SD: Katz the Free Man - given away
1980 Redhead: Darling Wife
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