(Also, def living country doc life: gorgeous eggs, fresh tomatoes, Highly Questionable preserves no one should open indoors, and very elderly people doing shit you should only do with a rig and a cherry picker, not a ladder and a chainsaw.)
(Also, def living country doc life: gorgeous eggs, fresh tomatoes, Highly Questionable preserves no one should open indoors, and very elderly people doing shit you should only do with a rig and a cherry picker, not a ladder and a chainsaw.)
farmers not coming in until they're at deaths door?
I am here to attest that "I'm here, ain't I" is in fact a trauma triage level.