Yesterday thanks to the bestie the truck is fixed.
Less than six hours not in the mix.
Last night slept like a well paid whore.
This morn awoke to parts I knew not but they were sore.
Then a vacuum I did fix and the hair from an ancient cat is nix.
The matriarch is fed but too early for bed.
Four of five acres mown, can’t believe how much it had grown.
Personal hygiene now ranks cause I’m kinda stank.
TMI maybe you say? That’s just the last couple days.
Complain I won’t for so many have and so many don’t.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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- Published: August 17th, 2025 17:38
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Comments1
Hard work of any type works. Nicely done
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