If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Thursday, December 5, 2013

Here's What I Do...

I cut wood, because, after all, I am that much of a man, wink wink, and I don’t wear my boots, and the chainsaw spews chips onto and into my low-topped shoes where they fix themselves by the thousands in my socks, which I then throw into the washer, who, magically displaces the chips from my socks into my underwear—a tedious task I’m guessing—but nonetheless this is why I itch sometimes… down there… in case you wondered.  



  1. There are worse reasons to be itchy.

  2. woodchips in yer balls...


  3. sillyone... hence the clarification

    shoes... better than trauma to the groin

  4. Those damn chips, they get everywhere.

  5. hahahaha I understand the wood chips in the socks and undies. Think I've found a few in mine as well from hanging out in your shop while you work! =)


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