Parked Car(t)
Yep, right there in the parking lot.
Most Popular Posts OF ALL TIME
The Cooksperiments
Blog Archive
-
►
2012
(2)
- ► January 2012 (2)
-
►
2011
(328)
- ► December 2011 (26)
- ► November 2011 (37)
- ► October 2011 (27)
- ► September 2011 (26)
- ► August 2011 (27)
- ► April 2011 (26)
- ► March 2011 (26)
- ► February 2011 (25)
- ► January 2011 (27)
-
►
2010
(419)
- ► December 2010 (30)
- ► November 2010 (28)
- ► October 2010 (37)
- ► September 2010 (35)
- ► August 2010 (37)
- ► April 2010 (36)
- ► March 2010 (37)
- ► February 2010 (33)
- ► January 2010 (37)
-
►
2008
(454)
- ► December 2008 (37)
- ► November 2008 (36)
- ► October 2008 (39)
- ► September 2008 (35)
- ► August 2008 (32)
- ► April 2008 (39)
- ► March 2008 (38)
- ► February 2008 (40)
- ► January 2008 (42)
-
►
2007
(279)
- ► December 2007 (29)
- ► November 2007 (28)
- ► October 2007 (33)
- ► September 2007 (28)
- ► August 2007 (36)
- ► April 2007 (18)
- ► March 2007 (22)
- ► February 2007 (9)
- ► January 2007 (3)
-
►
1970
(1)
- ► January 1970 (1)
2 comments:
I am very happy that my kids have finally reached the age where they don't fit on these things any more. I hate those stupid carts, I always felt like an idiot pushing one around. And they maneuver like a cow stuck in the mud.
Yes, I have strong feelings on the matter.
As if dodging oversized tanks on the road isn't enough...
Post a Comment