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oh...Folk Art... |
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They went thata way... |
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That isn't to airconditioned porta potty, its Bob the Chicken's house. |
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Who-Ha goes there? |
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I tawt I taw a puddy cat. |
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I did, I did... |
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Is that the Bucket Man? |
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That Sho-nuf is the Bucket truck.,, |
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Nice weather. |
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Nice Dawg |
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Cross Girl |
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Crosses |
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Open for Bidnez |
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Is that a hot dog? |
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Hello Dolly |
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Now that IS a hot dog. |
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John Henry Toomey |
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Get a load of these |
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Is that Buddy without a hat on? |
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Rare and I do mean rare picture of Jim Shores |
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Shore's Ride? |
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Got to be. |
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Side View |
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Snakes on everything |
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Brian Dowdall wondering why no one spells his name right? |
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Robert Frito Seven looks to the sun. |
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Seven sons suns |
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Mz. Thang |
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Don't look back, Miz Thang, somethin's catchin' up. |
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Ruby and her camp followers. |
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Mike Laster, blastin' away. |
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A little good and a little bad, Chris Hubbard, heaven and hell car, rides again. |
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(We call him Chub) |
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Ken Blacktop on top. |
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hmmm. not sure. |
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Les is that you? |
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Its got zoom... |
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Grub |
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By the time we got to Woodstock we were 1/2 a million strong. |
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Dang trespassers, at least they used the bike rack. |
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The High court with little umbrella (right) |
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Psalm Reader ahead, and a hand. |
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I dunno, smells ok to me... |
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Let's get this party started in here. (PS. that is the host, Butch, the one without the hat. |
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With this ring I do thee wed... |
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Butch and the box |
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Mama shake that thang |
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Butch's Baby doin that rang thang |
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Dancin' in the moonlight. |
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Brian and Granola |
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Danny and the mighty dog |
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Try to set the night on fire. |
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Yeah. |
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Mo fun |
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Mo Fun |
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Mo live fun |
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momomolivefun |
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And then it was movie under the stars time... |
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Bikes, trykes, and other such things. |
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Time to go.  |
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