Saw Karl, an MR2, some vines (another MR2?), and stood in for a pretty Native American Archer.

I was in Karl's neck of the woods this morning and sent him a message to see if her was around. Lucky for me he was.

I got to check out his stash of MR2's.

There's another one in there I swear.

I think I bought them 

And for a brief minute I got to be the Pretty Native American making sure we Don't Miss Homosassa Springs (she had better legs so you guys will have to settle for me in jeans):

NICE

Sweet! I've been thinking about those mr2s a lot recently. You know how it goes.

I just showed this to my wife and said, “That’s the guy that I sold the black Porsche to.”

She said, “When did you own a black Porsche?”

Me: “2012.”

She said, “How long did you own a black Porsche for?”

Me: “Forty five days.”

In reply to Woody :

That made me laugh loud enough that I had to explain your post to the wife 

Looking good friend!

If you look at it right (wrongly) because the van is blocking some of it, that sign says, "DON'T MISS HOMO'S ASS." 

I snickered.