When the going gets tuff, the tuff grab a flame thrower.
Time is of the essence. I've heard many stories over the years. About pandas, clowns, rabid chihuahuas, and many other strange mind boggling things. But the one story that truly caught my attention was the one heard from and old friend. The story was called, "All upon a midnight deer, twas the time i sat and ate much pie. Then i was forced to feed my own family with it." it's an excruciating long tale about exactly what it sounds like. i've been begged to not repeat it but i'm not going to anyways. The largest group ive ever seen of chocalate bars forced their way into my home to find this story. But i fought them off one by one. With one hand tied behind my back. FOR FUN. and with rakes. and vase's of flowers. and dr. suess books. Well thank you for listening to my story. Im sorry i cant tell the ohter story. as soon as the old bugger dies im definitly blogging it, so be on the look out.