All this talk about boobs is making me think about.... boobs, specifically shapely specimens from Alabama...until someone mentioned loose skin, liposuction, etc., and then all of a sudden my net boob interest level hit rock bottom. So instead, what with gas prices going up almost weekly, I think I'll just sell the truck, see Rhonda, my HMO appointed nutritionist about my penchant for bologna sandwiches and maybe buy a dozen more Martin guitars (and a Gibson or two) which I can't really afford either way but after selling my truck that will no longer be a problem for at least a week, until my Bush tax refund hurry up and comes to my front door.
Naturally I was planning on donating it to Hillary, but not now because my life was going along ok until I visited this thread about a free million dollar giveaway which has not happened yet as far as I know, but I haven't checked the regular mail or looked at my PM's lately, so I may already be a millionaire.
And as if all that wasn't enough, and to make things worse, for well over a year or so now I've been thinking poor little Scg was probably only a step or two away from being destitute and homeless down there in Silacaga after her transmission went out on that used Ford F-350 diesel job she bought at the Vernon, Alabama Truckmart place, the one with the broke off fifth wheel pull pin and the crooked hydraulic boom. But I see from reading her last post on this thread how she has a new HDTV set the size of a 4X8 sheet of plywood and a new boyfriend half as wide again as he is tall and him driving a smoking military surplus Hummer that gets 10 mpg on the highway, but she doesn't live near any highways so there.
Oh and I wouldn't have a D-35 if it had solid gold tuning keys, silver plated D'Gladiola strings, and a sound hole the size of the wheel covers on a Lincoln Navigator. I want a D-45 Gene Autry pre-war with abologna inlays and a picture of champ on the twelth fret. But then what does a bent-knecked out of tune strat player know about anything?