Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Attack of the crap
I think things breed, like inanimate things. I remember have one broken shovel in need of a handle, the other day I found out I have 5. Where did the other 4 come from? Do rusty garden tools have a form of immaculate conception I have heretofore been unaware of? Its all like that, a spare wheel for the garden tractor turns into three. Tin roofing of various colors replicates in orgasmic spasms and when the hell did all of the bowling balls show up?
Sorry this is older but I posted it in the wrong spot?!?!?
Sorry this is older but I posted it in the wrong spot?!?!?
