...I don't care if his 'barrow is in the marketplace...I like my 'barrow better. And so should you, Astoot Bloglodites. Why? I'll tell ya why: As I made the new handles and triangular mounting pieces for my grandfather's old wheelbarrow, a solid-rubber wheeled, contractor's sized wheelbarrow, using some scrap pieces of Doug Fir that were here at the Shack, I actually felt the presence of the man who built this place, and he hung out with me for the duration of the project. It was cool. We didn't chat much, just sorta milled about one another. I enjoyed the experience very much. And so that is why you should like my 'barrow better than Desmond's 'barrow, and I don't give a royal rat's ass if he was in a Beatles song.
7 comments:
Ooh a ghostular story. Right on Peter D and Steven P. See now, me, looking at that very fine barrow, gets to thinking, wow he can take no longer good and make it like new again. Awesome Bruffa.
did a squeakie wheel get some grease?
that's always cool when that happens.
I like Clyde Barrow !
Cool beans Phfrankie...
Recycling to the tenth power!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right On!!!!
OH Wait.....why don't you paint it?
Paint it and DIE!
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