Good Ol' Boys

This is a photo of a young Bologna, (green sweat shirt), checking out the General Lee. We kicked off Jay B's birthday bash with lunch at B-dubs, also in attendance were Lazy Anus and Mattie. It will be the last time I go there to eat for a while. We then went to the mall with one thought in mind, "We're going to boost the General Lee." We had been discussing this caper almost exclusively. We had dreams of driving through the mall being chased by security guards, then launching through some glass doors as we hit the Dixie Air Horn. Then we take it to the streets where we get involved with a police chase with some bumbling Ashtabula police and sheriff's deputies...Someday the Mountain might get us but the law never will.

Our second intention was to get a picture of us standing in front of the General Lee for this story, but Jay thought he would look foolish posing in front of it. That foolishness fails in comparison to how ridiculous we looked standing there for 20 minutes arguing and gawking at the General with the rest of the genetic degenerates that were huddled amongst the crowd.