Title: Night Shift At The Tank Factory - 1/35 Diorama [For Dakmar] Source:
Night Shift URL Source:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YYrUUmxE4A Published:Sep 6, 2024 Author:Martin Kovac Post Date:2024-09-06 17:59:56 by Esso Keywords:None Views:1520 Comments:23
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Dak, I know you're a car guy, but if you're not driven insane by Eastern Europeans, this kid is interesting. I can't even think about modelling, my arthritis has my hands so crippled up I can barely wipe my ass.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
The scrubs are in the washer, Doc is de-kootying in the shower.
You'll love this Kim...
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Wait until me and Kim start talkin' about sex and dicq pics.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Wait until me and Kim start talkin' about sex and dicq pics.
I don't need any more penis pictures from Jim.
I have a crush on smart guys named Jim.
Kim. Sorry I forget sometimes. I don't want a big exposure online until my legal problems are finished.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Kim. Sorry I forget sometimes. I don't want a big exposure online until my legal problems are finished.
God, hahaha. Good job maintaining a low profile, hon. You hook up with with an ex-spook and his buddy who's a digit-bender modeler with unlimited ties to the Soviet Union. (J/k)
I can't even think of a song for you now. Here's the one from me and Punk's last ride...
I sometimes wonder what our kids would've looked like.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
I sometimes wonder what our kids would've looked like.
If you remember, your mother and my parents talked about that endlessly.
At least they wouldn't have turned out gay. You had to save the world.
It had a bad outcome like me becoming a doctor, didn't it?
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
We were trying to tell a couple stories in the guise of a fight that our NDAs don't allow us to talk about.
Music it is.
For Cari...
(Edit) Cari was a cashier at the nearest liquor store at Lake and Coliseum. We had a down-low relationship going on while McMurphy was trying to get home to Lithuania with homosexual pederast Pete Buttplug's cargo crisis.
They both died about the same time. Murph got home. Cari died alone. I think she was about 65-70. She was an awesome woman. Smaller than Kim. Everytime I'd see her, she hugged me. I could smell her perfume on my clothes when I got home and out of my truck.
That was so hot.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Not a large enough sampling of Eastern Europeans on my street to report...anything. But no, those of Eastern European descent have never been a particular irritant, save that whole USSR dealie.
The tank and display took a lot of both talent and craftsmanship. I've tried making 1:24 dual exhaust systems look driven, but just ended up with streaky mess.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I dated a young woman from Virginia a few times. Must have been 91/92, I met her in a bar after a hard nights drinking.
Somehow it had got in my head that I had to go to bar on Keystone that had the 1/2 of Auburn Roadster replica as its landmark.
Even though I was a very emotionally mature 22 or 23 year old, I was hurt because she didn't want to have sex with me. ^insert Russian tape here^ But we did date after that, she was sweet but we were too different.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
As much as I would like to dance with the others, it would take a tailor of fucking incredible power to get the cuffs right.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs