I remember when the dew was still fresh on the petal. the crisp morning air held the little birds aloft, and every morning sun brought new rays of hope among the mists of promise...
Back when I would (was still able to) gambol down to the garage, rosy cheeked and giggling like a young school girl in anticipation of grabbing a wrench-
You poor sap. You're doomed. Too bad, another one bites the anti-seize brush.
Actually tastes kind of good, doesn't it...
- smell?! What smell ?
Yeah Hon- just 5 more minutes- I've almost got it...
No dessert thanks, that stuff should be dry by now!
I'm sorry. I was up a little late last night...