tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post7392329306753981246..comments2007-03-09T08:27:20.533-08:00Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07210077111168798737noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-53581854170777117922007-03-09T08:27:00.000-08:002007-03-09T08:27:00.000-08:00Amy, you're welcome. R.J., thank you.Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07210077111168798737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-80309764124117335072007-03-09T06:50:00.000-08:002007-03-09T06:50:00.000-08:00http://achewood.com/index.php?date=01112006<BR/><BR/>Also, for cell phones. <BR/><BR/>And this leads into one of the greatest storylines for anything, ever, "the Great Outdoor Fight." <BR/><BR/>You are welcome in advance.The City Deskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16748091659091184788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-75752977476946845402007-03-09T06:25:00.000-08:002007-03-09T06:25:00.000-08:00"... That may or may not have said U.S.S. Lincoln."<BR/><BR/>Thank you for this.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175840574821085595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-64907126468811950802007-03-09T05:27:00.000-08:002007-03-09T05:27:00.000-08:00I would have killed to see some old man whacking those balls with a cane. Top notch! Did the balls swing for awhile after he hit them? They seem kind of heavy.<BR/><BR/>JCAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-576587148735665502007-03-08T19:32:00.000-08:002007-03-08T19:32:00.000-08:00Thanks, Paulie!Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07210077111168798737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-26819112358129994322007-03-08T19:26:00.000-08:002007-03-08T19:26:00.000-08:00I dont know whats funnier, the picture or your description. awesome work, gaines. halirious.Drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13260725301545223985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-74388233340065982282007-03-08T14:16:00.000-08:002007-03-08T14:16:00.000-08:00I dunno, Beej. You might be inspecting those balls a bit too closely.Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07210077111168798737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-86148077598123584532007-03-08T13:42:00.000-08:002007-03-08T13:42:00.000-08:00Even funnier is the fact we can see your reflection in both of the balls squatting down to take a picture of the balls.<BR/><BR/>Balls!b-trainnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-50024680147100098632007-03-07T20:12:00.000-08:002007-03-07T20:12:00.000-08:00OH MY GOODNESS I would have died, laughing.eviedeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01539714503642299125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-45818610677541742132007-03-07T18:02:00.000-08:002007-03-07T18:02:00.000-08:00It takes brass balls to sell real estate.Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707066353012083859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10736993.post-60123111897862516532007-03-07T17:56:00.000-08:002007-03-07T17:56:00.000-08:00this is clearly flava-flav's car.<BR/><BR/>the missing hubcap on the right front gave it away.Dr. Hot Craphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916552879909236661noreply@blogger.com