cannabineer
Ursus marijanus
Lol my mind careened straight toward bacon cheeseburgers
Beautiful
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Now that you mention it, there's a Sonic just down a ways. : )
cannabineer
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I had a great Rootbeer a couple of weeks ago with dinner & thought "Damn, that's really good" until I noticed it had 25% RDA of sugar. Some things just don't come cheap.
Dr.Amber Trichome
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Must have been going the wrong direction. Plus a ship like that should have been air lifted to safety .
Daggone dude that was fantastic. Reckon I'll run the Soundgarden library tomorrow while I'm in the shop doing mindless veneering on a run of cabinet doors. Thanks for posting.
Not that it's beautiful per se but here's a side table I put together for some longtime clients...they liked it.
ColoradoHighGrower
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I like the base too- dovetailed?
cannabineer
Ursus marijanus
Is yes tail
Thanks man.
It's not dovetailed. I'm not good enough to do an odd angle dovetail cleanly it's just biscuits and glue. The top is attached with hanger bolts and recessed thumb screws for easy knockdown to transport.
raratt
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They do make good hash though.
tyler.durden
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tyler.durden
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
