Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
What's wrong with that? It's cleaner than my house.
...to get up...
I just KNOW someone is reading this, aren't you sweetie?
Reading what, millerized?Your comment?My blog?Why so cryptic?
I am closer to "ransacked"(twice)I aspire to "appears to have been a struggle"
Looks like my gun room. There's a path leading from one door to the other with my worktable in between.To get to anything on the other side I have to twister around packs, winter gear and antlers. Why, just the other day I slipped on a fucking boat plug in the floor.
I'm just sitting here, torn between groaning and laughing.
That's better than most teenager's rooms I've seen. You could actually get from one side of the room to the other without stepping on something.
Add a few antique rifles lying around and you have my bedroom.
Talking to my missus, that's all. Obviously she hasn't seen this/didn't see anything wrong with this picture.
I had an Aunt who said her house was done in "early halloween"....yup....vaquero viejoPS:those that know me don't say one damn word about my ofc!
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