If I am supposed to be your alter ego, why do I not know any of these people?
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Oh good grief.
They’re not Friends. They’re Acquaintances.
That was about a 800... she really turned her hips on that one. 😄
My new favorite twitter follow. It’s all good stuff.
Cat is like, WTF are you doing Marvin?
And thanks for showing us this account. Never come across it before but now following it
Real neat
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After sleeping in a van overnight, a longshoreman shot 64 and qualified for this week's PGA Tour Champions event
Bogue made the long trek from California to Syracuse, then drove the last 90 minutes to Binghamton.
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No cute video or Tweet, just something I saw today...
So I'm on may way back from delivering to a small independent garage waaay out in the sticks. I'm cruising on a winding and hilly country road, and as I round a corner there's a big flatbed recovery truck stopped in the middle of the road facing me, warning lights flashing full bore. I start slowing down, and as I get stopped a big burly guy starts climbing down out of the cab. Big, ugly dude in coveralls, ZZ Top beard, mirrored NASCAR glasses, dirty ball cap on backwards. He proceeds to walk in my direction without looking up, bends down...
...and picks up a little box turtle that was frozen on the centerline. Walks it to the side of the road it was headed toward and deposits it in the weeds, safe and sound five feet off the road. Lumbers back up in the cab, never making eye contact or gesturing. Shut the door, turned off his lights, and moved ahead.
So I'm on may way back from delivering to a small independent garage waaay out in the sticks. I'm cruising on a winding and hilly country road, and as I round a corner there's a big flatbed recovery truck stopped in the middle of the road facing me, warning lights flashing full bore. I start slowing down, and as I get stopped a big burly guy starts climbing down out of the cab. Big, ugly dude in coveralls, ZZ Top beard, mirrored NASCAR glasses, dirty ball cap on backwards. He proceeds to walk in my direction without looking up, bends down...
...and picks up a little box turtle that was frozen on the centerline. Walks it to the side of the road it was headed toward and deposits it in the weeds, safe and sound five feet off the road. Lumbers back up in the cab, never making eye contact or gesturing. Shut the door, turned off his lights, and moved ahead.
