NormThe Absolute Tractor's Heart
Digging her own grave as she ground her axe wound wound up to be fatal for The Tractor. Blessed with a shovel in her petticoat and an axe wound to grind, The Tractor dug herself a bigger hole the more she ground that axe wound. Patrolling cyberspace on a commode, with her head in a vice, the pressure was too much on her temple. She always had the shits up. Shovelling and grinding her way into the dirt as she bogged herself in the mire, The Tractor’s banality was so subtle as to be only obvious to the discerning. "She’s a maniac, a maniac, that's for sure." Sticking your head in the oven is only fatal in a gas oven, deary. Fatally boring was the dear old thing. Not to mention the stench of a fungal fanny. It wasn’t hers. A fun-gal-fanny she didn’t have, more a boring-granny-fanny. If you'd woken up to a knock at the door and saw The Tractor on your verandah, you'd give her both barrels. Bang her off into the bush, you would. As cumbersome as she was, her stupidity was only matched by her mechanicalism; her brutally dreary pistons and indelicate gear would send you off into a rage. As attracted as you’ll be to a splendid siren song, you’d be repulsed by the Tractor’s drone. It’s Bullshit that she got stuck in when she put her foot down. The Tractor in the Bullshit: bogged.
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De tractors ... De farmers don't know how to de-rive them ... *
David ...
Reminds me of bucanneers and how they wear their buccan hats on their buccan heads ... * and how their buccan ears keep them on their buccan heads ...
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it's not unusual it happens all the time....aww mate....concrete in the head cavity today...need some drill bits and some acid.....I'll be back later....Norm
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I've been bulldozed.
Bogged in the query quarry.
Stuck in dilemmud.
Oh shit I am so not making sense.
Drill bits and acid...that's right...bring the whiskey in the esky to unlock the imprisoned brain cells...
Dusk
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
not making sense? welcome to my whirled; seriously, always welcome.....ankle-tapped before the line and concrete pouring through his eyes....Norm.
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I like watching train wrecks.
Who doesn't like watching train wrecks?