It got here! I haven’t listened to it yet. Maybe tonight. Did I tell you all I bought it on e-bay? It was the only one I could find anywhere on the net.
That has to be the cheesiest album cover of all time…I must have one.
In my home town, one day this fellow shows up with a van and parks in the IGA gorcery store parking lot and set up his oil paints to paint these picturesque scenes on the side panels of RVs and 4×4 trucks of mountains trees and waterfalls. Some had a little deer standing in the foreground. Almost immedaitely, a few of the nicest custom vehicles in town sported these images till a situation of hand-painted scenery envy emerged as one of these vehicles pulled up beside you at a stoplight. The guys got really busy as these images started showing up on the sides of vehicles of all types. Before long, however, it semed you couldn’t get away from these cute little deer and their waterfalls. The most ratty cars in town had deer adorning their dents. Then just about the time you were so sick of these little things and wanted to go after Bambi with a razor blade and a can of thinner, the fellow closes up shop and like the character from a Dr. Seuss story, he heads off into the sunset toward the next town.
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That has to be the cheesiest album cover of all time…I must have one.
In my home town, one day this fellow shows up with a van and parks in the IGA gorcery store parking lot and set up his oil paints to paint these picturesque scenes on the side panels of RVs and 4×4 trucks of mountains trees and waterfalls. Some had a little deer standing in the foreground. Almost immedaitely, a few of the nicest custom vehicles in town sported these images till a situation of hand-painted scenery envy emerged as one of these vehicles pulled up beside you at a stoplight. The guys got really busy as these images started showing up on the sides of vehicles of all types. Before long, however, it semed you couldn’t get away from these cute little deer and their waterfalls. The most ratty cars in town had deer adorning their dents. Then just about the time you were so sick of these little things and wanted to go after Bambi with a razor blade and a can of thinner, the fellow closes up shop and like the character from a Dr. Seuss story, he heads off into the sunset toward the next town.