It's really nice being able to censored and censored without fear of repercussions here.
Evening all, hope you are all fit & well
Evening all, hope you are all fit & well
How are you IdaBro?
It's dangerous venturing off into other places sometimes.
One needs protection.
I'm okHow are you IdaBro?
He's looking for his shoes....
Evening all, hope you are all fit & well![]()
I'm ok. Thanks. Chores complete. You?
Just finished this for a good friend. Although I am moving to 26/28ga, I can not seem to shake this .30ga build in the Spheroid for at least one or two.
The haps John?
I'm a big fan of 28ga, I use 5 wraps around a 3mm drill (5/16?) for about 1.1 - 1.2 ohms in the spheroid, I find it a lovely warm vape without being too low on the ohms.
What's up Gp family? I'm super stoked, expecting my first piccolo tomorrow am in the vape mail.![]()
Yes........ I like it in here.... safe and sound, not much drama......Cant say that for another thread today..... a couple of you know......
People got "lashed and banned" I was called a wimp with a flaming evil face and they blamed "being medicated" for it.......
That's what life is now days for some of us isn't it... lots of memories.
When I was a kid, I sometimes hung out at my uncles bar with the towns four most notorious drunks that didn't have a place to live. They were my friends, Tom the Indian was my best friend. All very much to the disdain of my mother who constantly chewed the butts of both of my senior elders for allowing it. Grandpa owned the building, started the businesses in 1929, did the cooking in the cafe over the bar for about 35 years that had the reputation as the best food in the county. And there were 2 small apartments above it accessed up a rickety wooden staircase from the back alley. He'd let the drunks sleep in one of them when it was too cold for them to just crash outside someplace - IOW about half of the year, and he fed them out the back door of the cafe. The cafe and bar were the main social venues of the small town - the towns meeting places. Anyway, when I was about 4YO grandpa bought me a new pair of fancy cowboy boots, gave me a silver dollar to go down to the bar for all the orange soda's I could drink and to buy my "friends" lots of drinks. They made a fuss over the new boots, used some twine to tie my pants legs up so they would show off better. When dad picked me up and we went back to the ranch mom saw the boots/tied up pants she knew where I had been. Years later I heard about her marching into the bar and raising such a ruckus that grandpa came down to see who was killing who, and she started in all over on him. It didn't change anything except that everybody was more careful to make sure she didn't find out again. But she knew...
Grandpa gave the place to my fathers half brother in the mid 60's who later sold it, but it's still in operation under something like the 5th owner since Ted. It was remodeled to add more seating in what was the bar. The green side door in the video was the bars entrance. I have one of the only 2 known tokens from the bar that still exist.
Nope...no chores today...
Strike! Nothing quite like GP Vapourmail! Hope your well!Good evening Fam! Hope everyone had a great day! Looking forward to my Vape mail tomorrow. Pretty excited for the 500 X tube. Have a good night!
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Strike! Nothing quite like GP Vapourmail! Hope your well!