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not to be a smart-ass (cause I am one anyway), but you’re in Pennsyltuckey and it’s quite likely that the jerk ass was the farmer. If you haven’t noticed yet, the preferred method for trash disposal in that neck ‘o the woods is to stick it in a pile at the edge of your field and add a little gasoline and a match.
not to be a smart-ass (cause I am one anyway), but you’re in Pennsyltuckey and it’s quite likely that the jerk ass was the farmer. If you haven’t noticed yet, the preferred method for trash disposal in that neck ‘o the woods is to stick it in a pile at the edge of your field and add a little gasoline and a match.