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Add stanley0566 as a friend to write on the Comment Wall.

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  Headset

  about 16 hours ago

  34 comments

  Well, thanks alot lmao You know its just the skater & dancer side of me.... Keep things to your self !!!!!! don't please give out my or our secrets Please just dont LOL
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  Headset

  1 day ago

  34 comments

  Would some day love to meet you.... BUT never by accident. Stay safe & Drive safe
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  bassball112001

  2 days ago

  42 comments

  whats been happening brother??
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  Headset

  2 days ago

  34 comments

  Love the mustache :)))
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  LadyFirefighter08

  4 days ago

  40 comments

  Thank you for the invitation !!
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  moosecfd368

  6 days ago

  5 comments

  Hey Chief! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to chatting with you and learning some stuff. Hows PA these days? Moose
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  ladyfirefighter

  9 days ago

  10 comments

  dang, ur about 2 years late for rubbin lotion on it, got both at same time, dec 06, i think its just the way the light hit it,
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  fireman815

  17 days ago

  2 comments

  Hey thanks for the invite.2 in 2 out be safe and protect the number one!!!
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  fsfireslayer13

  19 days ago

  2 comments

  Thanks for the add! How are you?
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  itsjustmebobbie

  19 days ago

  17 comments

  thanks for the add!
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  grizz1962

  about 1 month ago

  14 comments

  Thanks for the comment on the pic. Hey with that dude riding on your shoulder it could make for a fun ride. LMAO
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  ventil8

  2 months ago

  90 comments

  Not washing the job shirt till Wed. morning.
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  ventil8

  2 months ago

  90 comments

  "and also the next 2 due tankers '
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  smokin_cowgurl_8

  2 months ago

  15 comments

  Here ya go keith ill put my paper on ur comment wall too cuz ur so special!!! Livin’ in the Fast Lane What’s the code? What’s the code? What’s the code? Ah, zero seven, zero four, zero eight. Beep! I hear the door unlock itself. As I open the door the immediate smell of cleaners, gasoline, and a hint of smoke engulf my body. My shoes make a sharp squeaking noise with every step I make. All of a sudden all I can think of is that scene in The Karate Kid, when Mr. Miyagi kept repeating, "Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off." I am suddenly brought back to reality by the abrupt bang of the door slamming shut behind me. I can feel my creamy chocolate eyes settle on what lies before me. My gosh, am I drooling? Most people might find it a common occurrence to start drooling when a platter of mouth watering Cheese Danishes are placed in front of them, but come on, am I really drooling over a room full of vehicles? I suppose that when you spend the majority of your free time in this room with these rigs, you have earned the right to drool over them. To my left the company ambulance sits parked and I can feel the heat escaping from under the hood from a recent call. Directly behind it sits the fire company's Utility truck. Strangely, from where I am standing it resembles a bulldog with its bulky build. On my right is the fire company's Engine and behind it is the Tanker. I now turn my attention to my favorite apparatus, the Rescue. Our most commonly used fire truck; I have grown quite partial to this apparatus. Looking at each truck, their red paint gleams off of them like a ray from the sun. Just looking at all the rigs brings a smile to my face and i can just see the pride of this company being well displayed through their beautiful set of emergency vehicles. I venture further into this room to find rows of bunker gear lining the walls. Black boots with traces of ashes, suet, and other dirt and grime, yellow bunker pants with a matching jacket, and a helmet with the proud logo of the New Bloomfield Fire Company 8 are all neatly set up for quick dressing. I walk around the oak racks skimming my hand over the gear, the smell of smoke lingering around me. Some sets of gear put off such a stench that I can almost taste the smoke. I can hear the scanner above me full of static. Off in the distance of one of the offices I can hear voices and when I listen closer the faint sound of the vacuum arises from the basement. I turn around to stare at the trucks. The sleek appearance of each one sets off reflections throughout the room, and it seems so tranquil. Suddenly, as if I had spoken too soon the small black pager on my left hip begins to go off, releasing the Fire Company's tone. The instant adrenaline rush sent my heart on a marathon run. I ran to the front door grabbing my oversized red bag and pulling out its contents. I get dressed as though I am being timed. As I am getting dressed my fellow firefighters surround me mimicking my actions. Within a matter of minutes we are fully dressed and loaded into our assigned apparatus. The garage door opens and the sound of sirens begin to fill the area. As we exit the firehouse I realize how passionate I am about this place and how much this one room means to me. ~Danielle Sheaffer
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  stanley0566

  2 months ago

  115 comments

  County/ Chief 8-5 on the scene with normal conditions! Give me an opps channel