Holla, indeed.

I know. A little over a year ago, an old friend of mine was in town from Australia visiting family. We met up at a bar in downtown St Pete. Besides us, Holla was the only other person there. My friend’s fiancé (a Kiwi) was wondering what the fuck was going on. All I could say was “Florida”.

I miss having that guy around in St Pete.

Hey, it’s my old neighborhood!

When the 2019 Ranger comes out, I’ll do a side by side piece on how it compares to our ‘95 Ranger.

The Oregon Trail didn’t do anywhere near Donner Pass. So, maybe let’s stop with the dysentery jokes and work on our cannibalism jokes.

Don’t worry, they’ll find a way to fuck it all up by bumping the last hour for a classic golf game from 1983.

That is correct. Clemson ran the same play twice for touchdowns. Both times, Alabama initiated the contact, thus it’s not a pick.

Maybe Ford will take the body/interior from our ‘95 Ranger and can drop it on the frame/engine/manual transmission/suspension/etc of the new one?

He was trying to make his head disappear.

One of my all time favorite bands. John Peel’s recordings of them are truly amazing. If you get a chance, go see Peter Hook &a The Light. He and his band have touring doing a mix of both JD & NO songs. It’s not a money grab, but a labor of love on Hooky’s part. Here’s some pictures I took in November.

I could give a crap about jobs and 💩rump and import taxes and NAFTA and #MAGA and whatever... Are we still getting a new Ranger or not. That is literally all I care about right now. If we are, then great. If not, I’ll be rioting in the streets.

During the Belk Bowl, the news crawl showed the news of his shoplifting from Belk. Irony is a bitch.

Also, our Frankie wants to say hi to his cousin.

Besides the being extra crazy with the food, here in Florida, our cats do something else fun this time of year. And by “fun”, I mean horrible.

Adderall.

I saw this car back in September. I was sold on it at first, but after I spent some time up close with it, I was stunned at how amazing it looks. I spent a good 30 minutes or so walking around it and laying on the ground shooting photos.

A friend got one of these as his first car back in fall of 1992. It was dead, leaving us stranded on the side of the interstate in the early morning hours Of January 2nd, 1993.

I am sadly disappointed that no one got eaten by a croc, and that no dingos made off with any babies or drunk adults.

When you flip your car over to do the paint-spray test to see which are the drive wheels, don’t forget that if you rotated your tires wrong, or replaced them incorrectly after keeping them warm in your bed, that you might end up with PWD or SWD; Port or Starboard.