Failing to Flail

July 25, 2021

 I came out for a walk around to stretch, leaving the sanctity of the huge fans (appropriately named Big Ass Fans). I was swarmed by gnats and or no see ums who explored all of my entrances and exits and I believe maybe created a couple more. I blew. I swatted. I repeated the process faster and faster until I flailed. I flailed like the flailers of Flairsville. I was one of those advertising innertube flailers they place out in front of pawn shops. 

It was torment. 

Not exactly hell but you could flail it from here.

There’s an old saying my Old man used to say all the time that goes “I didn’t know whether to scratch my ass or wind my watch..”

Now I know EXACTLY what that means. 

By the way, the Bacon are getting their butts beat 17-1 after 5.

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