Friday, November 22, 2013 at 10:22 am
Nothing says “Happy Friday” like waking up to a tire flatter than your own chest.
Friday, November 22, 2013 at 10:22 amNothing says “Happy Friday” like waking up to a tire flatter than your own chest.
Oh dear, I’m sure one of the farm hands you have milling around the estate could help you out with that. š
I hope your day gets better!
If we only had farm hands. I don’t think the peafowl have opposable thumbs. Yet.
oh noes!!
Even weirder: I got enough air in it to get it to the repair shop in town. They took it off, and couldn’t find a thing wrong with it. It’s still holding air.