Loved camping when I was young , spent a lot of time “pseudo” camping with my good friends ( trailer camping in nice , clean campgrounds – with groups of their friends ) , BUT – in 2013 I was forced into homelessness – started out with a good attitude looked on it as an extended camping trip – made it through the first winter enjoyed cooking on the tailgate of my Ranger ( weather permitting of course ) . After 10 months the cab of the truck shrunk – the weather seemed to get worse . When my SSD came through the day before winter hit again , I haven’t had a single urge to camp again !
Red , natch !
Just give me a MUTE button !
Quit reading my mind , dammit !
Yep , " say goodnight , Gracie ! "
I can relate to Pig here , on Tuesday , I started washing at the laundry , my favorite machine wouldn’t take my quarters , after I switched to the next one , I looked in the return slot to see a quarter , got a dental pick , and pulled out about $3 of quarters ( wash costs $1.50 ! Oh frabjous day , Callou , Callay )
In a way !
POOR ? HAH !
I agree , but I am tired of waiting for it .
Because of arthritis , I have trouble throwing , so I need to borow the RPG from LGD .