Michael,
you're playing a very dangerous game here. You're at risk of never ever getting
another body question [auto body that is] answered by this lister.
You'll be totally alone out there in limey land with your bondo and your sanding
block, in the rain. Even worse, I'll send you another one of my essay's to
comment on. That'll be the end of your sanity.
I'm off the the library now to search for books on Antique British Cars. It may
inspire me for another outburst of literary amusement for my fellow listers.
Liv
LMAO
Michael Hargreave Mawson wrote:
> In article <3C7BD291.F33D7AEC@sympatico.ca>, Livia I. Haasper
> <wilivhaasper@sympatico.ca> writes
> >People,
> >you must be kidding me......!!!!!!!!!!!!
> >I have something completely different in mind with my spit, and don't
> >ask me what!
> >Liv
> >67 Spit
>
> Those ten years make all the difference, you know. *'67* Spits were
> intended to be driven by pot-heads in tie-dye T-shirts and faded blue
> jeans. The AM radio would have been tuned to a station playing "Being
> For the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (backwards), and the passenger seat would
> have been occupied by a hitch-hiker wearing nothing but a flower in her
> hair.
>
> ATB
>
> --
> Mike
> Michael Hargreave Mawson, author of "Eyewitness in the Crimea"
> http://www.greenhillbooks.com/booksheets/eyewitness_in_the_crimea.html
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