Theresa got me thinking about the old days. High school, actually. Teased hair. Thick glasses. A unibrow. Tapered pants. BLECH! But, nothing that I ever sported can compare to this. I found this little gem whilst visiting Sam's mama in Missouri. This is Sam's senior portrait from Pratt (Kansas) High School. Enjoy! Sexy bitch! By the way, he knows I did this and he's looking forward to seeing me in all my high-school glory when we go to my parents' house this spring.
Peas
Saturday, November 10, 2007
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I just came in out of the snowy cold where I saw Sam helping some guy out by giving his truck a jump. What a nice guy. Cute, too.
Hee hee. Sam wasn't helping the guy, although you know he would. The guy was helping Sam. Our truck is massive piece of shite. It broke down on us twice last night. Maybe it's something we can burn at this year's Christmas Eve bonfire.
One word: yummy.
Burn it! Burn it!
Yikes, I think I was channeling Mike there. Shoot, if I'da known Sam needed help, I would have whipped a U'ey and checked him out.
Oh man, I would love to burn it. And kick it. And spit on it. But, after it broke down on me a few times and started smoking on the inside (and not in a good way) I said I was done with it. I'll drive the dog truck but I'm not driving that anymore. As much as I love old beater pickups, I really do, this one has peeved me off too many times. This has nothing to do with it, but we bought it from Liz. heh heh.
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