Random but related memory: I once walked into a bar in a working-class borough not too far outside of Philadelphia. It was a Friday afternoon and all the locals were coming in for a beer after a hard week's work. Lots of flannel and beards. Blues Bros was on the TV behind the bar and we all sat there, me the ousider, swilling our PBR (no, not Pro Bull Riders) and reciting all the lines from the movie in unison. It was a truly memorable afternoon.
It was the same weekend I got the rental car stuck in a snow bank in the hotel parking lot at 2am with the engine running and the keys locked inside.
In all seriousness, I have often wondered: *is* A a good country key?
Four yards of fabric is twelve feet, of course, and I had my back against the other wall of the living room to take this picture.
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Look at that!
Why, you could fit...a...COUCH in that space!
"Cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks, and it's a model built before catalytic converters so it runs good on regular gas".
"It's a hundred miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
"Hit it!!"
"Illinois Nazis...."
"I hate Illinois Nazis...."
Elwood: "Oh no."
Jake: "What the f#*k was that?"
Elwood: "The motor. We've thrown a rod."
Jake: "Is that serious?"
Elwood: "Yup."
"How much for ze leettle girl? How much for the woman?"
"What?"
"Your weemeen! I want to buy your weemen!"
I guess I need to memorize more Blues Brothers...
"We're on a mission from God."
"I feel like an orange whip..."
"Orange whip?"
"Orange whip?"
"Three orange whips!"
What kind of music do you usually have here?
Oh, we got both kinds. We got country *and* western.
"Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke."
"You want chicken wings or chicken legs?"
"Four fried chickens and a Coke."
Mind boggling. Truly mind boggling.
"The new Oldsmobiles are in early this year."
Random but related memory: I once walked into a bar in a working-class borough not too far outside of Philadelphia. It was a Friday afternoon and all the locals were coming in for a beer after a hard week's work. Lots of flannel and beards. Blues Bros was on the TV behind the bar and we all sat there, me the ousider, swilling our PBR (no, not Pro Bull Riders) and reciting all the lines from the movie in unison. It was a truly memorable afternoon.
It was the same weekend I got the rental car stuck in a snow bank in the hotel parking lot at 2am with the engine running and the keys locked inside.
In all seriousness, I have often wondered: *is* A a good country key?
A is the best country key. E is too arty.
E flat, though, wouldn't be bad. F either.
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