I'm not sure where small trucks fit on the giant car spectrum. My Nissan Frontier gets pretty good mileage, and I like being able to haul things. Plus, they are cheap. I've driven this same basic truck for 17 years--11 years for the first one and six for this one.
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wm Shatner is on Comedy Central singing.
The audience is getting into the cheese
I have lived in Arizona long enough I'm starting to want a truck, just to have a truck.
In other news, I am not drunk enough yet to be properly appreciative of Daniel's news that William Shatner is on TV, singing. And that people are having fun watching the performance. Not nearly drunk enough.
He is, in fact, singing "Last Dance."
Ah. "Comedy Central's Last Laugh '04" hosted by Norm MacDonald.
I'm getting confused between this conversation and the one that's going on in Natter, and I'm picturing sara dancing with her cat while the cat sings "Last Dance".
I like your version better, Tom!
Ginger, when there's stuff that needs hauling, trucks are my friend. Aint no way I can put a six by eight sheetrock slab in Ripper's back seat.
I do not, however, understand the triple cab monstrosos with quadruple wheel beds and axles ten feet in the air. Again, with the dick compensation...
Again, with the dick compensation...
For those who want to know more, my uncle wrote a book, about this. Hee.
The New Year's Eve shindig Chez AmyLiz is starting. We've got appetizers to start, followed by...well, more appetizers. Many nitrates and crescent rolls are involved. Also cheese. And there's wine for the grown-ups and root beer for the kids, with root beer floats and mini eclairs for later. We're going to watch The Wizard of Oz on DVD, followed by crazy eights or maybe Texas Hold 'Em, and, of course, Not!Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve, for the ball droppage.
The thirteen-month-old is the only one who's not staying up for the party. Since she threw her cheese at me all through our mini-meal and prediction-making for 2005 (we all write them down and put them in a tin canister until next year), I'm not unhappy.