This Steller’s Jay didn’t have time to eat the peanut in its beak, but it did have time to grab two more.
If you drive around long enough mouth agape in your look-at-me-I’m-Barry-Bonds-except-I’m-not-but-now-that-you’ve-mentioned-it-let-me-tell-you-about-x Audi* convertible, I’m sure that you’re going to get your fair share of flies squirming about your pie-hole.
It’s a lose-lose situation for both you and the fly. Hey, it’s Jersey Shore, West Coast. YOLO, Dude:
(Hey, did Barry Bonds get a reputation rehab? News to me.)
In aggravation, this garish vehicle has no front license plate. Tsk tsk.
In mitigation, it appeared to be driven within the realm of reason, which is surprising considering it’s an exoticar in the 415.
Perhaps Dude will maintain that Barry Bonds lettering on the side of his ride until the next Giants Victory Parade, sure to come around the end of October 2016…
*So you buy and Audi but you didn’t actually want an Audi, so you black out the famous rings and also the trademark horse collar grill so people can’t tell it’s an Audi? OK fine. One assumes the Giants objected, or maybe Audi objected in some sort of appearance of a cross-license kind of deal?
Yelp is polarized:
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Just an update on this post.
Labor Day 2014:
You know, if Kink leaves us, then somebody else will use that building for something, so no biggee, right?
All right, play us out, Charlie Daniels:
From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everything that’s in between them is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin’ amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us alone
‘Cause we’ll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That’s the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and the yanks