Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Nightmarishly Dangerous

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  1. I used to cut timber, but nothing THAT big.

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  2. I weep, weep for the trees, felled and MURDERED by eeevvviiillll humans...as I sit in my wood framed home. These trees have every right to liver, I say, as I type on my maple topped desk. You vile people who cut trees as if they are just, just, timber! I will go to my cedar lined sauna and contemplate MY guilt in this, this, HAULOCOST!

    As soon as I find my bibbie and go to my safe space for a good cathartic cry.

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  3. I can almost smell the cedar chips.
    Those huge cedar logs are worth tons of money, which you couldn't give me enough of to do that job, even back when I was younger and crazier than a pet raccoon.
    Getting harder to find those monsters anymore too I bet.

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  4. I wonder how many toothpicks that baby will produce?

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