The Ratwagon is a 1988 Nissan Stanza station wagon. complete with chipped paint and dents. The middle seat belt was tasty so the cocker spaniel ate it. It smells funky even when its clean which is rare. I keep it tidy, but I don't vacuum it out as much as I should with all the use it gets. It was abandoned in a field for five years, so it has some "issues" I happen to really like the car, not so much after it lost first gear. I think it needs a new "thingey" I used to only date mechanics or computer techs out of necessity. However... now just somebody who "gets" me would be nice.
The area I live in is quiet except for the shootings. It's clean and pristine except for the smell of the beet factory which we can only think is reminiscent of roasted ass. Not that I ever smelled that, but I can guess. This is my own private Idaho, note "THE GEM STATE" not the famous potato state....
I was raised up north in a logging town called Pierce Idaho, you can google it sometime. I went back for a visit after 30 years and the townspeople still remembered me. Odd because I was a good kid.
Lots of trees here, but they had to bring them in from other states as southern Idaho is desert. They call Boise the city of trees, because the towns fathers couldn't think of anything else to call it. Nampa simply is the armpit of Idaho. Nampa is where I have the privilege of calling home. I am planning my escape to the Oregon coast. More on that later!
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Well. Alrighty then.
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My first security word was "turge".
Here is the thing Mike, you mass mail out these invites to blog writers. You say you are interested, but in truth you want people to apply for the privilege of being "featured" on your site. Lots of crap, bite me.
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