South Carolina BS thread under new MANAGEMENT and lives in SC

My dad is Robert, but everyone calls him Bob..

 

Don’t count neither!

 

Saw a built black Taco- with some type of tan top thing on a bed rack. It was near the Greenwood Airport at about 5pm.

I assume if was someone on here, one of the Greenwood peeps.

I get off at noon on Sat, so wanna meet up for Lunch somewhere in Greenwood?
I really want to actually meet all you knuckleheads.

 

Traced my roots all the way back to semen but only because I was egged into doing it

 

Finally!!! After hours I get to say it!! Want to meet my Uncle Bob?

 

Free wood. Water bottle for scale. Holler

 

MGM, not black. I just haven't washed it since I've owned it, so it probably looks black. And that is a roof top tent on the rack. This was maybe three years ago. My youngest son was future mooning you.

 

That got a snort from me.

 

#snortsmatter

 

So, it was Eric!
I thought it looked familiar. It was quick, so I was guessing the color.
I was the old Taco behind the slow-ass white second gen at the turn.

I turned around as soon as I could, but you was LONG gone. Unlike the Miata & xB, the Taco’s turn radius is HUGE.

 

My dad got into the genealogy thing for a bit before he passed. This is obvious a recreation, but from what little I know we had a presence in Scotland back in the day. All of the family on my dad's side were Peebles and Livingoods (sp). I dunno to what extent: I've never gotten into it enough myself. But hey, it looks pretty snazzy.

 

Shoot, I don't think I saw you, dude, or else I would have honked or something. Most of the taco drivers around here don't wave back or anything, so if I didn't recognize you, you get no love.

Lemme see what we have going on this weekend, and maybe we can grab a beer or something.

 

4 .......more........days.
Super special event for me.

 

I’ll play your game. What happens in four days?

 

Secret...
And off for the week to visit parents and Grandmother in Ohio for the week.

 

I was not a good kid. I spent a majority of my youth in boys school, jail, shelters.
I was deemed a failure, incorrigible, an ill product of society. A turn key kid who's mother waitressed tables and left my brother and I to fend for ourselves.

 

Bruh.




















We're related.