jerseydave77

If you are asking why the color is more expensive, the answer is easy: to take advantage of collector scum like ourselves.

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HIT IT QUICK FRIENDS.

Juan,
PJ put up an /1000 hand numbered version of Mad Season. You should probably jump on it as it's their own version. I have Coheed but am hoping to use it for a trade towards Mayhem. If I get no assist you can get dibs.

That is actually in pretty great shape honestly. Also, it doesn't look peeled. Even if it is it's a great peel job. You have a fat item there friend. Nice find.

I am one of 39. Surprised considering how many folks posted orders after mine. Eh.

Omg my head hurts.

Omg my head hurts.

On my phone. See you all when this is fixed. I'm not taking a chance.

Someone apply Teddy-Greg's tats to Casey's face. Or at least give him a barber pole nose. Thanks in advance.

I won a test of this. In support of Mike, I will take a generous offer on this. All proceeds go to Mike's efforts. Mike - what is fair? Remember - I'm thinking charity prices here folks. Pass it along to friends you think might be interested.

I won a test of this. In support of Mike, I will take a generous offer on this. All proceeds go to Mike's efforts. Mike - what is fair? Remember - I'm thinking charity prices here folks. Pass it along to friends you think might be interested.

You could probably get Dustin Diamond to star in your next video. Besides hating the whole cast he'll work for a clean pair of socks at this point.

If my area doesn't need me then I'm in. Love Norton

If my area doesn't need me then I'm in. Love Norton

If my area doesn't need me then I'm in. Love Norton

If you haven't yet, you should grab the birds in row lp at the same time. It is pretty terrific.

I worked a trade with him and it went smooth. That was a month ago.

This is the best B-9 thread ever. I had a great time last month with it.

It's been over a week and a lot is sinking in for me so I thought I'd just do some writing. You ever have your entire perspective on life completely rattled? It's happened a few times for me but probably not on this level.
Here is the background:
Friday October 26: I get the news my Aunt committed suicide. She was bipolar and I tried so damn hard to help her and get her off the streets. It's an odd life where a 35 year old is struggling to help a 52 year old who is too sick to accept the assistance of people who really loved her.
Saturday October 27: Still reeling from the day before my father has a heart attack. I literally drop lunch and run the half mile to the hospital to wait at the emergency room door to be sure he has family with him as he enters. Thankfully he is released in 2.5 days and it was a minor one and more of a wake up call.
Sunday October 28: Funeral. Life sucks as you hold your grandma that you consider a second mother in your arms because she can't stand up as they lower the coffin. The first of the Sandy rains start as we are still at the cemetery.
Monday October 29: Sandy hits. No time for mourning as I go on standby at my fire house. I spend the night with a small crew of my brothers cutting trees out of roads in the middle of the storm to keep open the roads that lead to the hospital where my Dad is.
Tuesday October 30: I see the Jersey I know and love - grew up and came of age in lying in shambles. I spend the next two days working with the fire dept.
Thursday: Too tired and my son is asking where Dad is so I go to be with him at a relatives who has a generator.
The next few days have been like a false reality. I pop on here for some normalcy, music is a huge comfort.
I've seen the best of people this past week. Family pulling together, neighbors risking it all to help strangers. Adversity shows us what life is supposed to be - people helping one another. A grandson hugging a grandmother who gave him so much. A man who brings his son to our fire house after they lost their home but still wanted to say thanks.
It's cliche but be good to one another, human nature means we need other people to help us in the worst of times. When I reported for that standby I had a bunch of tough guys giving me comfort for my loses before we headed out to work.
Anyway, the loss of my Aunt and the circumstances surrounding it are finally settling in again and I just felt like writing something.
If you are in the Northeast or anywhere and struggling - stand strong. Ask for help. There are a lot more people that give a damn out there than you realize.

It's been over a week and a lot is sinking in for me so I thought I'd just do some writing. You ever have your entire perspective on life completely rattled? It's happened a few times for me but probably not on this level.
Here is the background:
Friday October 26: I get the news my Aunt committed suicide. She was bipolar and I tried so damn hard to help her and get her off the streets. It's an odd life where a 35 year old is struggling to help a 52 year old who is too sick to accept the assistance of people who really loved her.
Saturday October 27: Still reeling from the day before my father has a heart attack. I literally drop lunch and run the half mile to the hospital to wait at the emergency room door to be sure he has family with him as he enters. Thankfully he is released in 2.5 days and it was a minor one and more of a wake up call.
Sunday October 28: Funeral. Life sucks as you hold your grandma that you consider a second mother in your arms because she can't stand up as they lower the coffin. The first of the Sandy rains start as we are still at the cemetery.
Monday October 29: Sandy hits. No time for mourning as I go on standby at my fire house. I spend the night with a small crew of my brothers cutting trees out of roads in the middle of the storm to keep open the roads that lead to the hospital where my Dad is.
Tuesday October 30: I see the Jersey I know and love - grew up and came of age in lying in shambles. I spend the next two days working with the fire dept.
Thursday: Too tired and my son is asking where Dad is so I go to be with him at a relatives who has a generator.
The next few days have been like a false reality. I pop on here for some normalcy, music is a huge comfort.
I've seen the best of people this past week. Family pulling together, neighbors risking it all to help strangers. Adversity shows us what life is supposed to be - people helping one another. A grandson hugging a grandmother who gave him so much. A man who brings his son to our fire house after they lost their home but still wanted to say thanks.
It's cliche but be good to one another, human nature means we need other people to help us in the worst of times. When I reported for that standby I had a bunch of tough guys giving me comfort for my loses before we headed out to work.
Anyway, the loss of my Aunt and the circumstances surrounding it are finally settling in again and I just felt like writing something.
If you are in the Northeast or anywhere and struggling - stand strong. Ask for help. There are a lot more people that give a damn out there than you realize.

It's been over a week and a lot is sinking in for me so I thought I'd just do some writing. You ever have your entire perspective on life completely rattled? It's happened a few times for me but probably not on this level.
Here is the background:
Friday October 26: I get the news my Aunt committed suicide. She was bipolar and I tried so damn hard to help her and get her off the streets. It's an odd life where a 35 year old is struggling to help a 52 year old who is too sick to accept the assistance of people who really loved her.
Saturday October 27: Still reeling from the day before my father has a heart attack. I literally drop lunch and run the half mile to the hospital to wait at the emergency room door to be sure he has family with him as he enters. Thankfully he is released in 2.5 days and it was a minor one and more of a wake up call.
Sunday October 28: Funeral. Life sucks as you hold your grandma that you consider a second mother in your arms because she can't stand up as they lower the coffin. The first of the Sandy rains start as we are still at the cemetery.
Monday October 29: Sandy hits. No time for mourning as I go on standby at my fire house. I spend the night with a small crew of my brothers cutting trees out of roads in the middle of the storm to keep open the roads that lead to the hospital where my Dad is.
Tuesday October 30: I see the Jersey I know and love - grew up and came of age in lying in shambles. I spend the next two days working with the fire dept.
Thursday: Too tired and my son is asking where Dad is so I go to be with him at a relatives who has a generator.
The next few days have been like a false reality. I pop on here for some normalcy, music is a huge comfort.
I've seen the best of people this past week. Family pulling together, neighbors risking it all to help strangers. Adversity shows us what life is supposed to be - people helping one another. A grandson hugging a grandmother who gave him so much. A man who brings his son to our fire house after they lost their home but still wanted to say thanks.
It's cliche but be good to one another, human nature means we need other people to help us in the worst of times. When I reported for that standby I had a bunch of tough guys giving me comfort for my loses before we headed out to work.
Anyway, the loss of my Aunt and the circumstances surrounding it are finally settling in again and I just felt like writing something.
If you are in the Northeast or anywhere and struggling - stand strong. Ask for help. There are a lot more people that give a damn out there than you realize.

The Self-Entitlement is strong in this thread young Jedi.

It's been over a week and a lot is sinking in for me so I thought I'd just do some writing. You ever have your entire perspective on life completely rattled? It's happened a few times for me but probably not on this level.
Here is the background:
Friday October 26: I get the news my Aunt committed suicide. She was bipolar and I tried so damn hard to help her and get her off the streets. It's an odd life where a 35 year old is struggling to help a 52 year old who is too sick to accept the assistance of people who really loved her.
Saturday October 27: Still reeling from the day before my father has a heart attack. I literally drop lunch and run the half mile to the hospital to wait at the emergency room door to be sure he has family with him as he enters. Thankfully he is released in 2.5 days and it was a minor one and more of a wake up call.
Sunday October 28: Funeral. Life sucks as you hold your grandma that you consider a second mother in your arms because she can't stand up as they lower the coffin. The first of the Sandy rains start as we are still at the cemetery.
Monday October 29: Sandy hits. No time for mourning as I go on standby at my fire house. I spend the night with a small crew of my brothers cutting trees out of roads in the middle of the storm to keep open the roads that lead to the hospital where my Dad is.
Tuesday October 30: I see the Jersey I know and love - grew up and came of age in lying in shambles. I spend the next two days working with the fire dept.
Thursday: Too tired and my son is asking where Dad is so I go to be with him at a relatives who has a generator.
The next few days have been like a false reality. I pop on here for some normalcy, music is a huge comfort.
I've seen the best of people this past week. Family pulling together, neighbors risking it all to help strangers. Adversity shows us what life is supposed to be - people helping one another. A grandson hugging a grandmother who gave him so much. A man who brings his son to our fire house after they lost their home but still wanted to say thanks.
It's cliche but be good to one another, human nature means we need other people to help us in the worst of times. When I reported for that standby I had a bunch of tough guys giving me comfort for my loses before we headed out to work.
Anyway, the loss of my Aunt and the circumstances surrounding it are finally settling in again and I just felt like writing something.
If you are in the Northeast or anywhere and struggling - stand strong. Ask for help. There are a lot more people that give a damn out there than you realize.

It's been over a week and a lot is sinking in for me so I thought I'd just do some writing. You ever have your entire perspective on life completely rattled? It's happened a few times for me but probably not on this level.
Here is the background:
Friday October 26: I get the news my Aunt committed suicide. She was bipolar and I tried so damn hard to help her and get her off the streets. It's an odd life where a 35 year old is struggling to help a 52 year old who is too sick to accept the assistance of people who really loved her.
Saturday October 27: Still reeling from the day before my father has a heart attack. I literally drop lunch and run the half mile to the hospital to wait at the emergency room door to be sure he has family with him as he enters. Thankfully he is released in 2.5 days and it was a minor one and more of a wake up call.
Sunday October 28: Funeral. Life sucks as you hold your grandma that you consider a second mother in your arms because she can't stand up as they lower the coffin. The first of the Sandy rains start as we are still at the cemetery.
Monday October 29: Sandy hits. No time for mourning as I go on standby at my fire house. I spend the night with a small crew of my brothers cutting trees out of roads in the middle of the storm to keep open the roads that lead to the hospital where my Dad is.
Tuesday October 30: I see the Jersey I know and love - grew up and came of age in lying in shambles. I spend the next two days working with the fire dept.
Thursday: Too tired and my son is asking where Dad is so I go to be with him at a relatives who has a generator.
The next few days have been like a false reality. I pop on here for some normalcy, music is a huge comfort.
I've seen the best of people this past week. Family pulling together, neighbors risking it all to help strangers. Adversity shows us what life is supposed to be - people helping one another. A grandson hugging a grandmother who gave him so much. A man who brings his son to our fire house after they lost their home but still wanted to say thanks.
It's cliche but be good to one another, human nature means we need other people to help us in the worst of times. When I reported for that standby I had a bunch of tough guys giving me comfort for my loses before we headed out to work.
Anyway, the loss of my Aunt and the circumstances surrounding it are finally settling in again and I just felt like writing something.
If you are in the Northeast or anywhere and struggling - stand strong. Ask for help. There are a lot more people that give a damn out there than you realize.

The Self-Entitlement is strong in this thread young Jedi.