prttee. not too deep.
1 maybe 2 inches. was gone by noon.*
It didn't concern anyone, because it wasn't on the coast.Unless they can get the Lazy Man's version of weather reporting by taking a crew down to the lobby level.Hope that means you dodged power outages and tree damage as well.
soon it will stick.
Pretty bad when you reach the age when your lust is directed at power equiptment ahead of the season where it's needed.Like a tractor that does everything.Can I get one with a mower, tiller, snowthrower, AND the sausage maker, meat slicer, juicer and pasta attatchments?
can it work your abs too?
Can I get one with a mower, tiller, snowthrower, AND the sausage maker, meat slicer, juicer and pasta attatchments?You just need to find some drunken Italian chick from New Jersey to drive your mower, tiller, snowthrower around for you. *
Are there a lot of those, farmer?
There are definetly a lot of drunken Italian chicks in New Jersey. Although hooking one of them up to a plow might be another matter. It also occured to me that I may have misread the meaning of "juicer". In which case you might want to shop around the Amish community. Although that won't get you much in the way of a good pasta attachment.*
I like the term "juicer" in this context. I must be gettin' slow in the head to have missed it.The Amish do like the John Deere implements that can be dragged by non-internal combustion driven vehicles, though. So maybe more like a KitchenAid attachment with a wooden hand crank grafted to it.And a drunken chick who has a hankerin' for beards without the 'stash.
some of em even have john deers - internal combustion and all - parked in their barns. i've seen it myself in Lancaster. so many different factions of amish its impossible to pin em down and they all make their own rules but it did surprise me a little to see a big shiny green and yellow $70K tractor in the barn. plenty of electricity around the place too. And a drunken chick who has a hankerin' for beards without the 'stash.that's gotta be a difficult graft from either direction. probably why their ain't no stoltzfus nail salons in wildwood or hello gorgeous shoofly pie bakeries in bird-in-hand. pretty much if ya mix a drunken chick with some knucklehead with weird face hair and throw in some wooden kitchen aid attachments (like a fender telecaster) and crank you'll wind up with a hollow full of west virginia bikers. or something like that.*
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