I’ll be the first to admit, that it’s a bad sign when I’m walking through the house muttering that I don’t know where my wrecking bar is.
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
I’ll be the first to admit, that it’s a bad sign when I’m walking through the house muttering that I don’t know where my wrecking bar is.
Thanks for reminding me to visit realityme.net … I mean … really, truely, seriously. This was all I needed to read to get a good grin going that should last the day.
Stuck now in my head is what could be added to “wrecking bar”
All I want is my wrecking bar and a pair of gloves. All I want is my wrecking bar, a pair of gloves and eye protection. All I want is my wrecking bar, a pair of gloves, eye protection and steel toed shoes. All I want is my wrecking bar, a pair of gloves, eye protection, steel toed shoes and a jack hammer. All I want is my wrecking bar, etc etc etc
Good to hear from you DOug
Your friend
Navin R. Johnson (Dave)
Thank you for The Jerk reference! That was awesome. To this day, I consider myself an amateur juggler simply because I have never juggled cats.