Since others are updating their's here's my newest mug shot which is at least a year old now.
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Whoa that's a huge mug.
Since others are updating their's here's my newest mug shot which is at least a year old now.
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Whoa that's a huge mug.
Whoa that's a huge mug.
"It was a cold, damp night in Brugges. The streets had cleared hours earlier. I leaned back and felt the chill from the cold stone wall of the centuries old cathedral, and I could feel the ominous glare of the gargoyles overhead. I could see them when I looked up, bright and harsh on one side lit up by the street light nearby, and dark and sinister looking in the purple shadows of midnight on the other side. My hands were jammed deep into the pockets of my leather bomber, fedora pulled low over my face, head down pretending to count the cobblestone bricks in the ancient Belgium street. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Waiting for the KGB contact to show himself. I knew he was here, watching from the shadows, waiting to make sure it was safe to approach. I could feel his presence......"
Excerpt from "Blackfoot's 'Letter to the Pentagon'"
He gets confused so easily these days.
Wonder if he sent the rest of the pics with the letter? I'd like to have seen the Feds reaction to THAT one!
Well, I've heard that his final report was quite, um, interesting.
I'll bet they did a strip search....and all they had to do was start the music!
Since others are updating their's here's my newest mug shot which is at least a year old now.
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Excerpt from "Blackfoot's 'Letter to Penthouse'"
He gets confused so easily these days.
Wonder if he sent the rest of the pics with the letter? I'd like to have seen the Feds reaction to THAT one!
Well, I've heard that his final report was quite, um, interesting.
Lol.... thanks for the comments guys. The hat is an Akubra Campdraft in silverbelly. (more or less a stetson open road copy) and the bench is... well..... a bench.
I picked up the coat in the USA the last time I was there visiting my wifes family. It Wilsons Leather take on the A2 I think.
Austin ... I dont think your my type.
"It was a cold, damp night in Brugges. The streets had cleared hours earlier. I leaned back and felt the chill from the cold stone wall of the centuries old cathedral, and I could feel the ominous glare of the gargoyles overhead. I could see them when I looked up, bright and harsh on one side lit up by the street light nearby, and dark and sinister looking in the purple shadows of midnight on the other side. My hands were jammed deep into the pockets of my leather bomber, fedora pulled low over my face, head down pretending to count the cobblestone bricks in the ancient Belgium street. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Waiting for the KGB contact to show himself. I knew he was here, watching from the shadows, waiting to make sure it was safe to approach. I could feel his presence......"
...After a few steps he says now in his natural accend and a little louder "you tink zaht I dohn't know zuh divverence bedween what is tallow-virzt heenglish vern and what iz not?" Damn you, Penhaligons!