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Seeing that there were no other
To wheelbarrow or not to wheelbarrow, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous wheelbarrows,
Or to take arms against a sea of wheelbarrows,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a wheelbarrow to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks...
Originally posted by SoothfastThat was already done wheelbarrow breath!!
To wheelbarrow or not to wheelbarrow, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous wheelbarrows,
Or to take arms against a sea of wheelbarrows,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a wheelbarrow to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks...
Originally posted by shortcircuitWas it?
That was already done wheelbarrow breath!!
Ah, well here's one for you...
Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark wheelbarrow kills the light!
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for wheelbarrows, roaming free!
fearless Wretch
insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
great Old One
forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Wheelbarrows is rising
immortal
in madness You dwell ...
Originally posted by SoothfastThey are the eggmen, I am the wheelbarrow
Was it?
Ah, well here's one for you...
Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark wheelbarrow kills the light!
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for wheelbarrows, roaming free!
fearless Wretch
insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
great Old One
forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Wheelbarrows is rising
immortal
in madness You dwell ...
Coo coo ca choo!!
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Bill & Ben, we live in a garden that has wheelbarrows; and those wheelbarrows have to be filled with shlt by toothless men with spades. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Potato-head?
I have a greater acreage than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the raised beds and you curse the decking. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not sowing what I sow: that a weeds death, while tragic, probably saved flowers; and my vegetable patch, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves money...
You don't want the veg; because deep down, in places you don't talk about at gardening club, you want me on that patch; you NEED me on that patch.
We use words like tuber, seed, wheelbarrow...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent digging something. You use them as a to-do list. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who tramples through the blankets flower-bed I provide, and then questions the manner in which I prune it!
I'd rather you both just said “thank you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a wheelbarrow and start to fill it with shlt. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Originally posted by divegeesterExtract from the Archers?
Bill & Ben, we live in a garden that has wheelbarrows; and those wheelbarrows have to be filled with shlt by toothless men with spades. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Potato-head?
I have a greater acreage than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the raised beds and you curse the decking. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not sowing w ...[text shortened]... to fill it with shlt. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Wheel
Barrow.