That’s my 4Runner he’s barfing in front of. At least he didn’t heave on its hood.
That’s one of the risks I take whenever I avail myself of rock star parking right in front of the main entrance to the club.
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February 3rd, 2013 at 4:43 pm
Must have been amateur night.
February 3rd, 2013 at 6:01 pm
Sidewalk surprise. Sidewalk pizza. Popping your cookies. Chicken a la Pavement. The list goes on.
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:49 pm
Scott, I never made it as far as the description and I was thinking “thank God it wasn’t on Scott’s truck or…..” Halfway way around the world and I know what you drive.. ain’t the internet something (scary)?
February 4th, 2013 at 6:05 am
It sure is, David B! That’s why I blacked out my license plate number.