Coffee Shop Moments
“The egg sac hatched while they were working on other machines,” she went on, “there were baby black widows running everywhere!”
So there we were, two middle-aged men, dashing about the yard twirling ropes over our heads and chasing a pig. Both of us were pleased that no one was watching—and laughing.
I’m sending an open letter so you understand what happened to the little black dog you dropped off…
So here’s the question: What is it about a mechanical breakdown that makes an otherwise kind and gentle man turn into a loudmouthed and braying fool?
Poking my head out the window, I saw the goat stuck upside down—horns wedged underneath the brake and clutch peddles—on the driver’s side floor of the Scout.
It’s a lonely feeling standing alongside the highway watching a wounded deer thrash his life out at your feet.
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