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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
It’s one of those things that comes to mind when you’re really not thinking. It happened to me yesterday; I had on my backpack blower and was slowly working my around the house, mechanically blowing leaves ahead of me — fluff the leaves, roll the leaves, swing to the left, swing to the right. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had a very, very large community of brown-skins residing in MY BACK YARD!! Why hadn’t I noticed them before? Where’d they come from? What can I do about them?
I tried to remove them with my blower; but even at full throttle, however, I couldn’t move the majority of them off the spot. They wouldn’t MOVE!! Entrenched. I feel helpless. It’s an invasion. How can I get them out of my backyard? I put down the blower and picked up the water hose: I’ll blast them out of my backyard with water! Alas, a water hose is not a water cannon. I couldn’t budge those brown-skins. They just dug deeper into the grass of my backyard, refusing to move on out of there.
I backed off, went into the house and popped a top, contemplating my options. I decided to contact the White House, knowing how Mr. Trump feels about the brown-skin invasion from the South. Maybe he’d create for me a United States Department of Acorn Control and Eradication, or ACE, and send 5,700+ National Guard troops to remove the brown-skins from my backyard, setting up a perimeter and patrolling the border to keep out the brown-skins from my backyard.
After waiting for weeks to hear back from Mr. Trump, and really needing to get those brown-skins out of my back yard before they could take root, I got a rake and began the tedious task of forcefully removing them myself.
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