Camping time is here
I will soon be off to the middle of nowhere to indulge in some nature-y RnR and eat sausages and drink PBR under the half-moonlight. Bliss!
I'm really ready to get outta here... I've been hunting down replacements for flood damaged books this morning. To do that I have to handle said books. These books are not only warped and stained, but they leave a not-so-nice feeling on your hands and they smell bad. Like homeless-guy-pee bad. Blech.
Have a lovely weekend, Gentle Readers.
3 comments:
At least the only thing that smells like homeless guy pee are the books, and not the actual homeless guys that you then have to help booktape their Gideon's Bibles.
"I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."
If I say it enough, maybe it will come true!
You could just tell them to wait five minutes -- the Gideons guys are never far away and could replace damaged NTs with shiny new ones.
PBR ROX!
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