Which kinda makes it hard to type. Did battle with the yard... yard won. Ran out of gas. Of course I would run out in the farthest corner of the field... >.< Currently waiting for mom to finish her stuff so we can go get some more. *sigh* What a pain. I can't wait til we sell that stupid field to our neighbor. Less for me to cut.
lol I usually don't mind this tingly feeling... But I usually don't try to type right after cutting the grass either, so...
Screw it. Whatever else I had to say, I will say later. This is frecking impossibel ... <-- W. T. FISH. <.<
Impossible.
Ciao,
Lynx
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