rburg
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First, if y'all have sensitive eyes, don't read this post or the Bible, 'cause you may get offended.
Not a single gun or box of ammo to be found. I'm thinking this part of the state has become so sissyfied no one even dares to put any out. But I spent a bundle and enjoyed myself and overloaded the jeep with other peoples junk. I like junk. The "stuff" doesn't need to be new, or even in great condition if its cheap enough. I found a spade, and leave it to Dick to call a spade a spade. Its even "Made in the USA". but the handle is cracked. I'll fix it with some wood glue and baling wire, just like my kinfolk would have. And at the same sale, we bought a great condition Eddie Bauer car seat. Just what my wife wanted, grandparents seat, not mom and dads. Good condition with little usage. And I bought a donkey, to use the acceptable term. Its a cartoon character, its stuffed, and its big.
As we went along, I picked up a shoe box full of kitchen knives, $2 for it all. Probably 15 knives, total. I'll give that to my son. And a soccer ball for a $1. And a kids boating life preserver for $2. Found a BillyBass for another $1. Those are good to scare folks because they burb prior to singing. On we went from house to house. My wife found a desk, chair and hutch for a kid $12. I kept calling my oldest son, just to agravate him. He doesn't mine all that much since he gets stuff for free, and his wife wanted the desk set.
Last year he and his oldest were headed out, about 20 miles north when he had to spin it around and head back. All to pick up a new patio table and chair set, great pieces. This year I found some pretty nice cast aluminum deck chairs, but he didn't want them. He'll take most of the crap just because its less trouble than not to.
My wife was getting tired, and the jeep was stuffed. The poor donkey was looking out the back window, perched on top of the desk. Of course my wife suggested we were done, so I had to quote Yogi Berra, It ain't over till its over! So on down the road I went, realizing I was passing a buddy's house, so I called him. No answer. The last sale of the day was 6 houses away from his. I instantly spotted the find of the year. A genuine Huffy bicycle built for 2, in pretty good condition. So I called the buddy on his cell phone and asked him where he was. He was buying a shop light for the garage. So I asked him if I could store a bicycle in his drive for a while.
My plan was to call my sons and abuse one of them into helping me ride it the 8 or 10 miles home. He said no, he'd just throw it in the back of his pickup and follow me home. His mistake. He had to follow me, looking at my ass the whole way! Poor dumb stuffed donkey, he didn't care.
Not a single gun or box of ammo to be found. I'm thinking this part of the state has become so sissyfied no one even dares to put any out. But I spent a bundle and enjoyed myself and overloaded the jeep with other peoples junk. I like junk. The "stuff" doesn't need to be new, or even in great condition if its cheap enough. I found a spade, and leave it to Dick to call a spade a spade. Its even "Made in the USA". but the handle is cracked. I'll fix it with some wood glue and baling wire, just like my kinfolk would have. And at the same sale, we bought a great condition Eddie Bauer car seat. Just what my wife wanted, grandparents seat, not mom and dads. Good condition with little usage. And I bought a donkey, to use the acceptable term. Its a cartoon character, its stuffed, and its big.
As we went along, I picked up a shoe box full of kitchen knives, $2 for it all. Probably 15 knives, total. I'll give that to my son. And a soccer ball for a $1. And a kids boating life preserver for $2. Found a BillyBass for another $1. Those are good to scare folks because they burb prior to singing. On we went from house to house. My wife found a desk, chair and hutch for a kid $12. I kept calling my oldest son, just to agravate him. He doesn't mine all that much since he gets stuff for free, and his wife wanted the desk set.
Last year he and his oldest were headed out, about 20 miles north when he had to spin it around and head back. All to pick up a new patio table and chair set, great pieces. This year I found some pretty nice cast aluminum deck chairs, but he didn't want them. He'll take most of the crap just because its less trouble than not to.
My wife was getting tired, and the jeep was stuffed. The poor donkey was looking out the back window, perched on top of the desk. Of course my wife suggested we were done, so I had to quote Yogi Berra, It ain't over till its over! So on down the road I went, realizing I was passing a buddy's house, so I called him. No answer. The last sale of the day was 6 houses away from his. I instantly spotted the find of the year. A genuine Huffy bicycle built for 2, in pretty good condition. So I called the buddy on his cell phone and asked him where he was. He was buying a shop light for the garage. So I asked him if I could store a bicycle in his drive for a while.
My plan was to call my sons and abuse one of them into helping me ride it the 8 or 10 miles home. He said no, he'd just throw it in the back of his pickup and follow me home. His mistake. He had to follow me, looking at my ass the whole way! Poor dumb stuffed donkey, he didn't care.
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