When I was young, we shoveled snow year round, even in the summer heat, and we liked it. All we had to eat were stones, and our parents used to shoot us dead if we complained. Those were the days. . .
We were only allowed to eat the yellow snow, and had to keep our hands off our stones while we ate the snow. Life was difficult, probably because we were wearing open toed sandals also. I often ate toes I found in the snow.
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Help out your Dad and be happy you can help him. Be virtuous.
Before you shovel try to stretch and warm up. You’re fortunate to have your Dad. It’s snowing here too.
Eh. How much snow? A small drive and some sidewalk? Could be worse. But the snow is terrible. It is tooooooo cold.
so youre mad because you have to shovel snow? i assume thats not why you want to commit suicide, right?
When I was young, we shoveled snow year round, even in the summer heat, and we liked it. All we had to eat were stones, and our parents used to shoot us dead if we complained. Those were the days. . .
But did you think to eat the snow?
A heaping of snow, goes down well with stone- as the ancient proverbs say.
We were only allowed to eat the yellow snow, and had to keep our hands off our stones while we ate the snow. Life was difficult, probably because we were wearing open toed sandals also. I often ate toes I found in the snow.
Well of *course*. 😀
Toes are much chewier than stones.
Plus the yellow snow would make a great antiseptic dipping sauce.
Or the opposite of antiseptic.
I forget which.