This is what happens when you drive a tractor into quicksand messes that the city leaves. I didn't do it. But I was part of it. Part of the problem, part of the solution. Either way, right? It came out, with the help of the grader. And amused me for the last part of the day.
It's again ridiculously early and I have to go get ready for work now. Why do all animals prefer to be up at 4 am when I would like to sleep til 5? I don't understand. Stupid crows. Bad little squeeky wheeling degus. Bad.
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