I don’t know what you people want from me. That chicken joke from the last post was high-quality stuff. OK, it wasn’t. But still. What a tough crowd.
(I think Garrett, our tall boy in the red shirt, could maybe use a longer-handled shovel.)
Since that wasn’t well received, I figure maybe you’d prefer to see youngsters scooping poop.
Trying to stay relevant.
This is a tough gig.