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Monday, March 1, 2010

Only in America Collection.

For the barbarian bargain hunter in all of us.

Nothing says "Handicap parking" like John Deere

He might be there awhile.
Posted by Brad at 10:56 PM
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Tenshi Rising said...

Our tractor!! It's beautiful! And the hitchhiker is still my favorite photo of you...and my favorite handmade birthday card. : )

November 21, 2010 at 1:38 AM

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