tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424734.post111383499506871911..comments2023-10-12T06:38:53.077-05:00Comments on the evolution of me: 1,600 pounds of top soilBB Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08549288428588742078noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424734.post-1114056555698760132005-04-20T23:09:00.000-05:002005-04-20T23:09:00.000-05:00It's a bus tour done by two sisters that call them...It's a bus tour done by two sisters that call themselves "The Juggs". I haven't been for a while but I laughed until I cried. Both times. They follow a route around town and sing and talk trash about all the country music stars. If things haven't changed they leave from Farmer's Market.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424734.post-1114020433812624192005-04-20T13:07:00.000-05:002005-04-20T13:07:00.000-05:0017 YARDS! Yikers.I have not gone on the Nash Tras...17 YARDS! Yikers.<BR/><BR/>I have not gone on the Nash Trash tour. What is it all about? Sounds like it might be a fun thing to do.BB Loganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08549288428588742078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424734.post-1114019387774105802005-04-20T12:49:00.000-05:002005-04-20T12:49:00.000-05:00This took me back to a moment where I had seventee...This took me back to a moment where I had seventeen yards of dirt delivered to my house in a dumptruck. The guy dumped it right under my husband's new basketball goal. That was so sad. <BR/><BR/>Regarding your visitors, have you ever gone on the Nash Trash tour?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com