Smack, last year I packed his face full, his gloves full, his jacket full, his helmet full, his ears full, his pants full and left a small pile on top of his head when I roosted him. I looked back and it just looked like there was a snowbank sitting there. It was quite possibly the best roost of all time.
After I got about 20 feet into that ditch I had a bad feeling about it. I saw the deep mud bog coming up and looked for a way to go around but that wasn't going to happen. Hit the gas and sunk. It would have been funny if someone had followed me into the ditch, they would have gotten a face full of mud when I sunk it in front of them.
by zert » July 17th, 2005, 4:27 pm 