I was asked the other day if I needed the sand vacuumed out of my vagina. I said no, an air gun would work just fine.
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I always have chapstick.
Yo, Irving.
The noises a propane bottle heater make when it's just running out of fuel, are fairly interesting to observe....and even funny at times.
At 52, after hauling wheel barrows of coffee can sized rock for 200 yards up what feels like a 6 % grade all day.......... a chest of drawers and a night stand ain't sheeit.
A few times today I wondered if "this is how a heart attack or stroke feels like". But I lived....yay. There's more to do yet, biaaaatch...suck it up, buttercup. [Flower]
G'night ho-bags.
:)
Glad you didn't have a heart attack brudda!
Nite Hoverines!