I can just imagine it now. Me, in my little hard hat, on a big ol excavator, paying no mind to the ROPS/FOPS overhead, completely safe from all the debris that wants nothing more than to crack open my noggin, excavating to my hearts content!
Oh what a day that would be!
80% of violent crime? Cute. Lesbians are busy cornering the space crime market (allegedly).
Year of the Windows 7 Desktop?!
Flying by traffic really is one of the best feelings, not quite up there with being on a trail with no traffic, but still… just great.
Thank you for sharing him with us. And thank you for taking care of Egg and making his time here as good as it could be.
I’ll keep him in my heart and memories.
The world is not good enough for those eyes.
What was his name?
Yes. But also, lets remember most countries are still in the kiddie pool of “is food a basic human right?”. So you know, dream big, but keep expectations in check.
Many a man underestimated Butter Bean.
I see we have reached the “and if it was (bad), I didn’t mean it” stage of the Narcissist’s Prayer.
His ass is not an expert on what grows flowers. And to be honest, I think he sells bunk fentanyl as well!
oh… I guess it’s true what they say… never meet your heroes…