Oh, I will tell you, just you believe me on that.
I bought a weedeater some time back (a Grasseater XP, if you care) since some flashy trash stole mine.
Some days I get the spool in correctly when reloading, other days (such as yesterday) I am driven to heights of near-spontaneous human combustion that...I dunno, you can finish the sentence.
Some days I get the spool in correctly when reloading, other days (such as yesterday) I am driven to heights of near-spontaneous human combustion that...I dunno, you can finish the sentence.
Yesterday was one of those days.
End of the old spool went by fine, thus lulling me into a sense of ease and tranquillity. Oops. Ran out! Time to put in new spool!
As soon as I had it unwrapped, both lines were unravelling faster than physically possible. If you are fretting about the Coming Death of NASA, write your congressman (that asshole) and tell him that the big brains can keep sharp by figuring out just how this was possible: the lines were coming off at a rate so fast that it defied the laws of science. No, seriously. Write.
I was getting lengths cut of popped-up-from-street grass at the curb in distances of, say, three feet before the line would disappear.
As soon as I had it unwrapped, both lines were unravelling faster than physically possible. If you are fretting about the Coming Death of NASA, write your congressman (that asshole) and tell him that the big brains can keep sharp by figuring out just how this was possible: the lines were coming off at a rate so fast that it defied the laws of science. No, seriously. Write.
I was getting lengths cut of popped-up-from-street grass at the curb in distances of, say, three feet before the line would disappear.
I was, of course, ready for The End. Then I remembered I had somewhere to be, and you can pretty much piece together the rest.
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