I don’t want to say that my family is weird, but we did just go look for a haunted cemetery, a tree that four people hit with their car and died at, and the house that the people who invented the recipe for Dr. Pepper built. We did all of this on our way home from a funeral.
I’m rebuilding an old Huffy bicycle (from back when Huffy’s were good bikes), and last night I couldn’t figure out why the rear wheel wouldn’t turn. I thought I was going to have to screw with the hub, and then this morning I noticed that the rear wheel was in all crooked, and was rubbing on the frame. Sheldon Brown I am not.
They just castrated cows on the farm today. I pulled the skin off and help clean them. For all of the things I have dissected, this was actually an interesting project to me.
Why on earth would bars have really fantastic sofas that caresses your body, and then have the staff tell you that you’re not allowed to sleep in them ? It doesn’t make sense at all.
As a solution to your problem I shall quote a modern day philospher and say We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn. Burn, motherfucker, burn.
Ah, Bloodhound Gang, your wisdom has guided me through countless trials and turmoils.