And so it begins! Transmission delivered today. And let me tell you what a stand-up job Shes Mad did on the crating. I mean it was bolted, strapped, taped, boxed, scattered, smothered and covered. That's a pal that puts that kind of time and effort into something for a perfect stranger.
Okay, as I add more parts I will be pestering the $hitt out of some of you. Stay tuned!
Oh, FWIW, I saw the police at the meth house the other night. I might run some reconnaissance and see if a certain spoon sniffer isn't behind bars.
Well said mister.., took the words right outta my mouth.Sounds like you ought to think more of yourself. A woman who loves you, a purpose for moving forward, a God who thinks enough of you to sacrifice his son.
Keep in touch with the dear old lady, I’d bet the title is still in her name and when the deadbeat son is finally gone it’ll be your turn, slim chance he’ll ever do anything with those rigs that he thinks are “his.”