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.
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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
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.