Bob and I have the house to ourselves for the evening. We've been out to the back yard about ten times. It's like a mine field out there, only instead of mines, it's holes. Bob's a hell of a digger, he even bites the dirt if it gives him any problems. Anyone need a trench dug? I pity the fool that tries to walk through it in the dark.
Bob hates motorcycles or at least the sound of them. He can here them coming several seconds before I can. Well, my diabetic beer is empty, ttfn!
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