These guys are so fucking lonely.
They've been relegated to the garage –
Land of Hiking Boots and Galoshes.
"When will we see some action, Milfy?"
they ask every day as I pass by them while schlepping the laundry to and fro.
How long is it from mid February to September?
Only about six months.
Sure beats ten years.
Being injured sucks wad.
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Say it. But if you can't own your shit, don't dump it on me.