Nothing reminds me of my dad more than burnt toast.
"Just scrap it down to the color you like."
Well, maybe fresh cut cut grass. "Count your feet when you finish,
you clumsy twit."
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About Me
- Ansel
- Driving around town with a camera. But I get personal too. Bring your cane, walker, wheelchair or rope. There may be a liberal slant.
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