I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
That's the best the Beatles have ever looked, if you ask me. Except for that chickenshit electric weed eater. My steel-shaft Echo would tie a Bimini twist in that thing faster than you could throw a rock.
Ringo is looking better than i ever saw him before............
ReplyDeleteIt's Been A Hard Day's Night...
ReplyDeleteeating brains.
Penny Lane...is a great place to find brains.
Dear Prudence....let me eat your brain.
tee hee!
That's the best the Beatles have ever looked, if you ask me. Except for that chickenshit electric weed eater. My steel-shaft Echo would tie a Bimini twist in that thing faster than you could throw a rock.
ReplyDeleteHiya Soub!
Braaaaaaaaaains!
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