Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Pickup
A lariat. That's what I needed, but this rope was simply not long enough and the car was sinking fast. Also I am not entirely sure about the tying procedures for a lariat. Or is the proper term lasso? And what of the town of Laramie? Does it have any connection to saving a drowning car with a shot of rope? Knowing I did not have my Hodgman brand waders with me I felt the best thing to do was attempt a rescue from the shore. Perhaps I could fashion a hook of some kind using a stick or a length of pipe but there was nothing useful within arms reach so instead I am standing at the edge of the lake with a awkward sort of gait, watching the last four inches of roof descend into the abyss. "Welp" I said, faking a southern accent, as I walked back to my pickup, "Sorry missy, looks like yer car's dun pickled."
Monday, July 19, 2010
Weapons
The Bible is the only object you can hit someone with and it's OK.
*SMACK* "No wait! Don't worry, it's okay! I used a bible."
Somehow it's for their own good...
*SMACK* "No wait! Don't worry, it's okay! I used a bible."
Somehow it's for their own good...
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