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Yeah no pro is going to carry that many wedges, bars, and chains.
I've got at least a 3 extra bars beyond the 5 rear-handles generally on-board, and 17 small and medium wedges on hand. Large wedges are somewhere in the truck.
I might be overly prepared for some things, but just enough for others.
 
In the truck, sure. But with a tape clipped on i assume he's cutting logs, which to me means the truck is likely no where close. I'm sure I'm likely wrong, but that's what i think when i see that. If the truck was close i would be pulling it by now :lol:
 
Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes
and leave the house.

It’s weird being the same age as old people.

When I was a kid I wanted to be older…this is not what I expected.

Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.

Chocolate is God’s way of telling us he likes us a little bit chubby.

It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.

During the middle ages they celebrated the end of the plague with wine
and orgies. Does anyone know if there is anything planned when this
one ends?

I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say “wow,” that many times
in your first session but here we are…

If 2020 was a math word-problem here’s how it would read:
If you’re going down a river at 2 MPH and your canoe loses a wheel,
how much pancake mix would you need to re-shingle your roof?

I see people about my age mountain climbing; I feel good getting my
leg through my underwear without losing my balance.

We can all agree that in 2015 not a single person got the answer
correct to, ‘Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?’

If you can’t think of a word say “I forgot the English word for it.”
That way people will think you’re bilingual instead of an idiot.

I’m at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out.

Coronacoaster noun: the ups and downs of a pandemic. One day you’re
loving your bubble, doing work outs, baking banana bread, and going
for long walks and the next you’re crying, drinking gin for breakfast,
and missing people you don’t even like.

I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humor suggests
I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead
yet.

I’m getting tired of being part of a major historical event.

How many of us have looked around our family reunion and thought:
“Well aren’t we just two clowns short of a circus?”

At what point can we just start using 2020 as profanity? As in:
“That’s a load of 2020.” or “What the 2020.” or “abso-2020-lutely.”

You don’t realize how old you are until you sit on the floor and then
try to get back up.

We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more
information in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
 
Before hebicides became popular and farmers still just cultivated, you could find cottonweed leaves. They were softer than Charmin!!!!
 
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