The day in which I:
- fall down a flight of stairs (majorly painful, huge bruises to be appearing shortly*),
- take a class on goat husbandry, and
- learn how to BBQ flank steak.
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Even good days must have their bad moments, right?
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*I'd better have really GIANT bruises because what's the point in subjecting yourself to enormous amounts of pain and discomfort if you haven't got the scars/bruises/scabs to prove it?
It's like in fishing: It's one things to tell your buddy: "Yeah, the sucker I caught was THIS BIG [insert wide, outstretched arm movements here]". It's quite another to have that fish basking in all its enormous glory above the mantle. "Don't believe me? Well check him out, he's sitting there on the mantle". Or something like that. Not that I really find the dead animals mounted on the wall to be very attractive. Unless, of course, they're brilliantly colored insects. Got scarab beetles on your wall? Yes? VERY COOL.
