I put on an old sweater yesterday and went to the house to work. Turns out in order to help everything in the house dry, they had to crank up the heat.
I heat up quickly, and in no time I was uncomfortably hot - especially up on the 3rd floor where most of the work was.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my trusty green utility knife out of my toolbag and went into the bathroom. I took off the sweater and hacked off the sleeves.
So much better.
But now I have these sleeves. Does anyone need them?
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I have a similar story to that one, except it involves what I did when I found out my friend was not circumcized.
Is Isaac here?
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