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If you’re a member of PETA message me so I know to block you.
PETA and H$U$ are disgusting entities that use the helpless animals in their commercials to suck money from innocent citizens, and then turn around and deny those same animals any of that funding. They are about a political agenda is NOT about rescuing or funding the adoptions of ANY of the animals in the commercials with the pretty songs. ONLY go local for your donations of time and money to help companion animals.
Waffle House, Blue Lick Road.
The fact that there is a picture of Waffle House on blue lick road on tumblr is amazing to me
Reminds me of the WaHo just off base in Pensacola, FL. The best of times…
I grew up on Waffle House. We didn’t call it “WaHo”, though. We did, on occasion, call it the Awful Waffle. However, I did eat many a Saturday morning breakfast at that very same Waffle House just off base in Pensacola, FL, way back in 1989. I’m lucky to have two locations now, in Austin. Matter of fact, I just may go there tomorrow, after seeing this post…
I picked up WaHo from a good friend of mine, an Airdale from Georgia, who happened to get stationed on Coronado just after I came to 32nd street, interestingly enough. Knowing that we both went to the same Waffle House, from the same place is pretty damn impressive, though.
Ironic: I’m from Georgia originally myself, which is why I grew up on W.H. It’s good to know that place is still there in P’cola. I used to hit it on Saturday morning before my motorcycle ride. I bet you did the same, or similar.
Friday nights, for me. Usually the start of a night of debauchery. I wasn’t in Pepsicola long enough to warrant bringing my bike down. Or at least, I didn’t think I was going to be, until things started getting rolling with classes and whatnot.
Bought my first bike between A school and C school, just before getting there. My formative riding experiences were in Pensacola, and on the highways between there and Atlanta. I was underage, so any debauchery for me had to be in the barracks, hiding from the OOD.