Coby, I feel like we are painted into a corner. When that happens, I always think there must be another solution. Seriously. Really. Because otherwise, there are going to be forfeits.
I am thinking to take the shingles, gutter and sheathing off a corner of the roof and have a rope ladder lowered. Actually, I haven't seen a rope ladder in years, so it will have to be a poly or aluminum ladder.
Otherwise, we will be hungry and miserable, as we didn't have the foresight to paint ourselves close to the refrigerator.
I don't know if I can up with this situation put. I would say, let a genius like myself solve it.
I have my Sawzall.
I am quite sure the rest of the group trust me with these accoutrements. I have my screwdriver, and one for you; let's unscrew them and relax.
Come down for coffee with me. See the creek. (Crik.) See the new park. See the bathrooms the volunteers are building in the new crikside park. Boy, that, is going to be, handy.
See the balconies of the tavern and the restaurants, hanging over the creek, all ablaze with sogging rotten flowers in hanging baskets. See the nutria and the rat. See two ducks, and a lamprey what bit the dust. Mud.
See me flirt sophisticutly with the waitress.
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