I had some trucks to deliver to Adam, and was gonna meet a bunch of folks at his house. Permission pool, we usually save it for out of town heads, but he called me to tell me he cleaned it (and I had those trucks for him, thanks Rhino!). So I drive up there, but the crew is lagging. Go to TT Roadhouse for a beer, then get the call to meet them at a new one. So I split. Joe Dirt, above, showed us all what's up.
I got there first, solo, and tromped around. Looked like a sick little pond, but maybe a little Lumpy Rutherford. Where's the pool?
Oh, there it is.
Court does it.
The weird lost memories associated with speedy move outs and abandoned spots.
Joe Dirt, Texas Two-Step, Shallow grind.
Evidence... of Dickbird?
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