How about spending your youth bailing hay and milking cows twice per day up in Northern Michigan.
This putz is just one of those pantywaist elitists who never had to think about how all the things on his dinner table got there. He probably thought the stuff was all manufactured in the back rooms of grocery stores.
posted on 09/24/2010 4:45:36 PM PDT
(Atlas, Titan, Minuteman, PK. Winners of the Cold War)
I was the scrawny kid who got to climb up into the rafters of the barn and pack bales of hay into the hard to get areas.
posted on 09/24/2010 4:51:58 PM PDT
(Remember the River Raisin! (look it up))
Next to harvesting, picking hay bales was fun! Used to ride on top of the stack of bales on the flat bed trailer.
posted on 09/24/2010 5:10:29 PM PDT
(In 2012: The Rookie and The Wookie get booted from the White House.)
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