Spook has to go lock the garage up, pick up a few things.
Was supposed to be loading some scrap iron for my father.
No ideal how I ended up in the air-conditioned house,
playing on BYC.
Maybe I can find some young feller to do my work tomorrow.
Manual labor is HARD. My shirt is wet, and I hurt all over. Dad's
77 and I'm 103...this is hard on us.
Now a question...over thirty hits on this thread in the past
little bit. Must be somebody lurking? Somebody stalking us?
Don't be shy. Step right up, let's talk. Em needs your help in
raising $1500 for a fox. Or is everybody waiting on Forest to
finish weding the back yard? Or waiting to see if the Deerman
survives tonights redhead.