Then more lines of text, the endless monotony of black on gray insured by the absence of links (let alone meaning). It's all yada from here ... Who's this gal or guy Brown whose 60th birthday is such a big deal? A first name would help. Mmmmm ... Where were we? ... the endless monotony of black on gray insured by the absence of links (cut & paste, ha ha, not as random as Burroughs, but less paste, especially on the
Crummy Game of the Wk. choices: White Sox at Houston/WGN; PIT at NYY/FoxSports1; T.C.U. at Baylor; Okla. State at Kansas State (OK State in bright orange uniforms, Kansas St. in camo jerseys & caps); Washington State at Stanford/PAC12. Zzzzz ...
Another paragraph.
And.
Lines & lines of it.
Haven't taken a picture worth viewing for wks.
You betcha it's hot ... & dry. And dull like "well-qualified lessees."
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Here's a picture.
It's a roll of insulation that was under the porch. For some reason, some beastie decided it needed to come out from under the porch and get clawed.
In perhaps unrelated news, I took the suet feeder in last night (like usual, since the raccoon attacks).
This morning, the wire hanger for it was gone. I finally found it down under the rocks below the deck.
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Critter Editor:
It obviously thought there was pink panther meat inside. And now the raccoons are just effing w/ you.
Drummers are different, at least.
Traps & Skins Editor:
Hah, good thing I clicked first, as I was going to drag out the "drooling from both sides of his mouth" classic.
(I get so bored going one-two-THREE-four over & over for minutes at a time I'm obviously not a drummer.)
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