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He Who Del't It – The Round Six Podcast

He Who Del't It

Off-road Aztec
He Who Del't It

Until bears start using lock picks or bump keys, I feel safer not being in the equivalent of a sandwich bag.
When you hear the word Aztec, you think of a beautiful, ancient and powerful civilization ripe with culture and riches. However, when you hear the name Pontiac Aztek, you can’t help but think of a fugly old wheezing heap ripe with PBR cans and someone’s stained underwear. We can fix that.

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Pandora
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“The Craigslist ad I answered didn’t say, “Looking for someone to be a process engineer, a tooling engineer, a mechanical engineer, a welder, a painter and a sculptor for a huge opportunity to work with Disney.”
It just said “Looking for an artist.”

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He Who Del't It

“So while you guys are opening gifts, tolerating family and literally slapping the 8th highball out of drunk uncle Larry’s hand, just realize that I got my gifts early.”

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He Who Del't It

I hear all of the time that people are “doing it the traditional way”. No, you’re building an unsafe artcar. What people fail to realize with this Ratrod movement is, the hot rodders “back in the day” concentrated on the mechanics first and would get to the aesthetics as time and money allowed. They wanted nice looking cars, not rolling outhouses.

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Giants
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Three things Vance always had for you were big smiles, bad jokes and great stories. He was as stubborn as a two-assed mule, but he was always interested in what you had to say…..unless you happen to mention only consuming cigarettes, soda and potato chips wasn’t a good idea for someone in their eightieth decade on this planet.

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gasser,club de mer,cartoon
He Who Del't It

One of three things is probably happening about now: One, you’re curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth and mumbling something akin to, “Mommy, stop the bad man from hitting me with his words!” Two, the sudden gasp and spike in blood pressure has produced a pink froth in the corner of your mouth while you b*tchslap the keyboard like it owes you money as you wish death and pestilence on my manhood.

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