I've got a new garden tool closet on the back of my shed, so you can't tell me shit right now.
Go ahead, try it out...my feelings are simply impenetrable.
Cloud 9 is floating over and I'm standing at the forefront of it with my arms stretched out screaming, "I'm on top of the world!" I'm shaken a bit, as heights is one of my top 4 fears...but the joy of owning a new garden tool closet puts that fear to rest. Can we lower this cloud just a tad though, seriously? Always said I'd wear a parachute before I got up on one of these things.
Let's try out that hypothesis.
I hope your Wendy's burns down again.
All of my car wash supplies are on one shelf.
Are you frikkin kidding me right now?
O.K. Try this o for size. Why is it that when you blow in a dog's face you make him mad but when you take him for a car ride the first thing he does is stick his head out the window?
Did that bring you back to earth?
Out of respect for you I won't say "LT blows in dogs faces."
So are mine. On a shelf. All together. In my garage. Not kidding you right now.
Kinda silly to try to 1-up a guy who's floating over head, but knock yourself out.
What are the dimensions of this thing?
I'll knock myself out if I want to knock myself out. Not because you tell me to knock myself out. Boss of me you are not.
I call it the to-it, and there's a mildly entertaining tale to accompany the name that must be told another time. I would bookmark this post if that were possible, but since it isn't i've written a reminder on a sticky note and slapped it on the dash.I'm not going to rain on your parade...I'm happy for you. I'd call it "The Hurt Locker" or something cool like that.