Replace it with this:
Posted on 01/11/2018 1:13:08 PM PST by sodpoodle
And that's why there are HOAs.
Grandma should just tell the city it’s a transgender Beetle and they better back off if they don’t want hate crime charges brought against them.
If you took all the VW Beetles ever made and lined them up end to end it would circle the earth twice.
My first thought was what a waste of a classic car. My idea of fun with such a car would be to restore it, show it off, drive it around.
And, I have to agree with your post. Even without the bug in the tree, I’d rather not live by a place that junky.
It’s a German car.
Hanging from a tree!
In chains!
She’s a Germanphobe!
Thanks for the pics guys;)
Maybe she’s an old Hippie from the 60’s......
My first car while I was in the Army was a '55 bug. I wish I had it today.
Here is review of Moab from an anonymous source:
Yes, Moab is a great place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there. I know because I have been stuck in this stinking dump for fifteen years. I wish I could leave, but my resources are gone. It is easy to make a small fortune here. You just bring a large one and wait. There are no jobs here. There is a urinal cake factory that spews its stench over the town like a meth lab gone all wrong. I feel like a Senator stuck in a toilet stall without even a vice cop to seduce. Forget culture. Unless you think enchiladas made with cream of mushroom soup is haute cuisine, you are out of luck. My property continues to decline in value, so even if I sell I won’t even be able to make it to a decent welfare office in a real city. I love all the things that Moab offers. Rocks, sand, sunlight, wind, dust. Did I mention rocks? The highlight of my week was watching cars being crushed two blocks from my foul, smelly home. No one that I know is better off than I, and most are even more depressed, poverty stricken, and desperate. All of the neighbors nearby have moved out, so there isn’t even a junkie or registered sex offender around to entertain me, these being the previous occupants of the now vacant houses. The junkies’ lovely children kept setting my yard and their house on fire, so actually, I am a bit relieved that they have moved on, although it is difficult to sleep without the screaming and smell of smoke. I miss the sex offender as well. Somehow looking out the window is not as deeply fulfilling now, without seeing him there, staring back. I am the only person I know who actually lives in a real, live mobile home. My better-off friends live in abandoned vehicles, discarded travel trailers, or structures made of things like PVC pipe and clear plastic, mud and straw, or composites of several of these fascinating architectural genres. My less auspicious friends simply live in culverts, or move around for variety. One just stays drunk and lives on the river. He is no longer fully house trained, so I usually visit him. Another one simply lives outside with his mules. He is a famous local artist, so he gets special treatment. Among my friends are engineers, teachers, craftsmen, and other degreed professionals. Our skills are many, but opportunities to use them here are rare. Burglars have the same difficulty here, as well, since there is little to steal. Moab has robbed us of any dignity, self-esteem, or hope that we foolishly brought with us. I have had the sublime pleasure of dumpster diving with two PHD’s at the same time. We talked about existentialism as we attempted to find the hidden meaning in the delightful discarded food therein. Sadly, the supermarket now destroys all its expired food. Can’t be feeding the poor. It only encourages them. The hidden meaning was “escape while there is still time.”
She’s got nothing on Fred Sanford.
they could sell their homes, just not for the price they would want.
Junk in a Tree!
That’s Funny Right There!
I don’t get that joke @ all!
That looks like an interesting quick read.
Could you repost it in paragraph form?
“i would not be happy to have that mess in my neighborhood”
Then it makes sense for you-or anyone else of like mind-to live in a place with zoning rules that meet your comfort level, an HOA, etc, because you won’t be pleased in a place where non-conformity is the status quo-after all, we are all different.
Just don’t move to a neighborhood/area where any resident decides what they will display and it is no one’s business. I live in a rural area with rednecks/hippies, offgriders and others gone galt-our roads are practically a tourist attraction with all the unique, trashy/tacky lawn ornaments-some have so many you can’t even see the front of the house/cabin. I love living in a trashy cool place where I do as I like-but that is just my choice...
Next time I take photos of some of the more creatively ornamented yards, I’ll try to post them-no cars in trees here, though...
Heh. Wifey and I had a 1973 Super Beetle, but it was blue. Our first new car. Bought it in Hawaii when the state was still a part of the U.S.
boy that would tank local property values...
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