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May 24, 2008 · 8 Comments


 After picking up Beantown and his lovely wife at the airport, which was, btw, a bit of a ghost town, we headed over to Broadway. Bob wanted to go to Ernest Tubbs Record Store. Once there, he made a beeline toward a barrel filled with guitar shaped flyswatters. He bought 33 of them.

I don’t know what to say after that…

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8 responses so far ↓

  • Eliyahu // May 24, 2008 at 9:25 am

    Yankees — they’re all nuts.

  • GingerSnaps // May 24, 2008 at 10:13 am

    LOLOLOLOL!

    Somebody has redneck written in the recesses of their Yankee heart.

    :)

  • nm // May 24, 2008 at 10:59 am

    Ahem. You might not want to come over to my place, Mack. Not to say why or anything. And probably I shouldn’t show you my gardening hat, either.

  • Eliyahu // May 24, 2008 at 12:04 pm

    Yes, Ginger, and soon he will see the error of his yankee ways…

  • democommie // May 24, 2008 at 9:36 pm

    Mack:

    But he had to come to Nashville to buy them. Good thing you didn’t take him to the Larry Flynt store–I can only imagine what the flyswatters there look like.

  • Aunt B. // May 25, 2008 at 6:47 am

    Democommie, they look pretty much the same, except the handle is a little thicker and rounder at the end, and when you hear a buzz, you don’t know if it’s an insect or if you’ve just accidently hit the on-switch on your “flyswatter.”

  • Exador // May 25, 2008 at 7:32 am

    And when Aunt B walks through the door, it’s like Norm entering Cheers.

  • democommie // May 25, 2008 at 7:36 pm

    Aunt B:

    It’s my ADD, I’m sure, but that comment of yours put a picture in my head of THAT Robert Mapplethorp photo that was a personal favorite of Jesse Helms–but with the fly swatter instead of the bullwhip.

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