I got the CO2 sub-unit, the pressure-washer gun upgrades, and the initial hole in the tank done. Hole needs to be widened and threaded, and the torch barrel needs to be carefully removed, heated, bent, and reattached. Hoping to get the hole sorted out later today after I have a bigger, more powerful drill. I’ll have to meticulously clean the tank of aluminum dust and shavings at that point, so I won’t be rushing.
Desert sex cultist.
From the look of her tummy skin, I’d say this is someone’s mom, but not yours.
Muscly, maybe a little skanky. I’d date her.
This gal is quite flexible. I wonder if this is a selfie.
This is a mistake, doesn’t belong here at all.
Ah, much better.
More hoops and a little glistening.
Oh my, well your opinion may be wrong but I think this young lady is stunning.
I will bet you $100 that she can’t really read her tattoo.
I question the utility of being able to stretch a joint beyond the capability of the muscles meant to articulate that joint. Now pardon me while I puzzle out how the heck you’d write that sentence in Spanish.
Happy Monday, everyone.
Update/Car in – If this isn’t motivational, I just don’t understand the word …
That’s me, on my knees after getting zapped, CRAWLING to survive, and my son is laughing at me.
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