Spam, Spam, Spam, Spamitty Spam...
So, I am at Kim's house. Aaron is walking through the door, and we are going to watch a movie. I pulled out a bunch of dead bushes from the backyard, with the strangest looking spade I have ever seen. Kim and I built a bicycle meant for a one year old, and videographed Sadie riding it.
I smell like road debris and yard work, and I am genuinely happy.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Monday, May 05, 2008
Terry Gilliam
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3 comments:
I didn't know spades could look strange. I thought they were pretty basic items.
I don't think that was a spade. Thanks for the yaaaaard help. It's nice having a man around the house. Raawrrr!
I think it was an edger.
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