Monthly Archives: March 2015

Sweet Ass PSA

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lovegra uk inform differin gel price If you are tempted to stop by, please abide the following until at least noon every day until Spring thaw is complete:

You will not get in my driveway without 4WD.  You will slide out.
There is no safe way to open the gate by the house, just hang on and slide around with it.  Park your vehicle on exposed gravel so it doesn’t follow you through.
Think of every plowed spot on the acres as a skating rink and adjust your gait accordingly. If it’s shiny, it’s not my fault you busted your ass.  If we are friends, you know better.
There are no safe entrances to the house or barn, enter at your own risk.  NO. SAFE. ENTRANCES.
If you go in barn and tell anyone what you saw, we are through.  The real kind of through.  The stalls are clean and dry, so fuck you.
If you get in the house safely, hold your comments on the dog hair, cat hair, horse shit, salt, wood chips and winter clothing strewn about.  I’m not cleaning up until it’s over now.  Don’t judge unless you want to take a shift.
The smell in the house?  Cigarettes, restless dogs and depression.  Don’t judge unless you want to take Watson for a hike in ten inches of snow through an untouched pasture.  It really sounds a lot nicer than it will be.

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Another Cold Grey Suck Poem

Because they don’t get old, right?

 

As the flakes fall from the sky,

I feel a tear well in my eye.

Three more inches of ice and snow

Oh winter, I really wish you’d go

 

I slip and slide around the farm,

lucky I still have both arms.

Catch myself, I usually do

It’s no kiss and a cold hard screw

 

Even the horses, a tear on each cheek

frozen in a glistening streak.

The donkeys stick to one small path

to the water tub and back

 

We miss the trees, we miss the grass!

Won’t you please just kiss our ass?

Gather your wind bags, suck up your snow,

Take your bow, it’s time to go.

 

 

The Management, Kiss My Ass Acres.