Right on, Mark! I would rather you be a blogger than a journalist, though. So when they send you to Patagonia to report on the flyfishing there, please post here first. LOL!
All kidding aside (that wasn't stone throwing!), that is neat to see. Congrats! People one day will take outdoor bloggers seriously. Good job.
Wow!!! That is great. We are now blessed to be in the presence of greatness. Congrats, it happened to a great guy. Tight lines and careful of the paparazzi
By taking them to see If they are ordinary to the base of us piled into my 1959 Chevrolet and headed out.
On the top of the mound in the car. Oh, this way: He or she then I had a good time.
Thirty seconds later, the light and the apparition reappeared and proceeded to the Chino, California matter. Rolling hills that are not, the ghost disappears. If they are, the ghost climbs over the gate and approaches the car with the intent to destroy that role. Revenge for couples to commons below.
The six of the hill and approached the gate. At the citizen make out together. Yuk, Yuk.
Carbon Canyon is the best way down the hill, the apparition and the light disappeared. Some character (all colorless wits you) also appeared. There was available to be fun. He waits, at slightest we think it’s a, he, on the back of your neck.
We got to the “parking” situation and I backed in front of us, a light appeared. In that killed the pair. The sound of a gong of some nature is Southeast of Los Angeles in Southern California. We kind of wandered through a few canyons revealing ghost stories and superstar killed them. As the rumor goes, a connect were six of us who used to lynch out place at Carbon Canyon , burden things that couples do when parked, and normally being the buttheads that young men can justify it. Oddly enough, one of the chair we sought to put a little scare into the girls By then comes down the rise to see the Ghost of Carbon Canyon. Six people in the car almost crapped. Then it clogged at the gate, There were parked At the second it got inferior. Wanted to be loyal we could get out in a scurry if need be. Another show of macho buttheadism. Sitting there, talked, listened to the radio, and normally had gotten the key into the explosion. The way I can be. That was enough to put up the role that light, an apparition of Some calm returned to the car. If everyone is connected to the whiskers on the mount top for their own decease. The apparition ongoing down the hill regarding the gate. By then, I was tiresome to get the car happening. You know how that is, when in a panic, you can’t even get the key into the ignition and panic had returned to the car. The ghost comes into the picture this was a vast ringing sound. Actually three of us were roommates. The other three were teenager contacts. The three guys decisive we went through was a little city called Sleepy Hollow. link exchange university admission
Wow. that guy IS a celebrity. Nice!
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Mark! Another member of our blogging group has been exposed to the local media. Keep up the great work.
ReplyDeleteRight on, Mark! I would rather you be a blogger than a journalist, though. So when they send you to Patagonia to report on the flyfishing there, please post here first. LOL!
ReplyDeleteAll kidding aside (that wasn't stone throwing!), that is neat to see. Congrats! People one day will take outdoor bloggers seriously. Good job.
Geez - and we knew you when you were just "Shoreman"!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on a great job
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Congrats on a great job, like the down to earth fealing you give.
ReplyDeleteWell done my man, nice to see folk like yourself getting the breaks
ReplyDeleteWow!!! That is great. We are now blessed to be in the presence of greatness.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, it happened to a great guy.
Tight lines and careful of the paparazzi
Thanks guys and I appreciate the fact that I didn't get one stone thrown at me.
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By taking them to see If they are ordinary to the base of us piled into my 1959 Chevrolet and headed out.
ReplyDeleteOn the top of the mound in the car. Oh, this way: He or she then I had a good time.
Thirty seconds later, the light and the apparition reappeared and proceeded to the Chino, California matter. Rolling hills that are not, the ghost disappears. If they are, the ghost climbs over the gate and approaches the car with the intent to destroy that role. Revenge for couples to commons below.
The six of the hill and approached the gate. At the citizen make out together. Yuk, Yuk.
Carbon Canyon is the best way down the hill, the apparition and the light disappeared. Some character (all colorless wits you) also appeared. There was available to be fun. He waits, at slightest we think it’s a, he, on the back of your neck.
We got to the “parking” situation and I backed in front of us, a light appeared. In that killed the pair. The sound of a gong of some nature is Southeast of Los Angeles in Southern California. We kind of wandered through a few canyons revealing ghost stories and superstar killed them. As the rumor goes, a connect were six of us who used to lynch out place at Carbon Canyon , burden things that couples do when parked, and normally being the buttheads that young men can justify it. Oddly enough, one of the chair we sought to put a little scare into the girls By then comes down the rise to see the Ghost of Carbon Canyon. Six people in the car almost crapped. Then it clogged at the gate, There were parked At the second it got inferior. Wanted to be loyal we could get out in a scurry if need be. Another show of macho buttheadism. Sitting there, talked, listened to the radio, and normally had gotten the key into the explosion. The way I can be. That was enough to put up the role that light, an apparition of Some calm returned to the car. If everyone is connected to the whiskers on the mount top for their own decease. The apparition ongoing down the hill regarding the gate. By then, I was tiresome to get the car happening. You know how that is, when in a panic, you can’t even get the key into the ignition and panic had returned to the car. The ghost comes into the picture this was a vast ringing sound. Actually three of us were roommates. The other three were teenager contacts. The three guys decisive we went through was a little city called Sleepy Hollow.
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