Monday, June 24, 2019

Life...Uh...

The weeds are just unstoppable around here. Here's a good example of what I mean:


There must be a crack that leads down to the soil there somewhere, or the weed couldn't exist, but you can't see it with the naked eye or anything. It's just bricks, mortar, and cement, but, as my friend Ian Malcolm used to say:


I hate weeds, and this year, I especially hate them, because they're worse than ever.

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