haha, pry your woodstove from your cold, dead hands? Indeed. And my farting cow, too, should I want one. hahah.
That will be next. First our woodstoves, then our cows. They will already have us all out of our cars and using mass transit. The nearest bus stop to my place is 14 miles away, one mile from my workplace. Some times I look at whats happening and wonder what became of the state I was born in. The California of today certainly isn’t it.