Dad December 2, 2010 at 4:21 am I think Frank is buried for the winter. You can’t even make the tires move; the snow is above his “crotch.” And this is just the beginning of December; it is not even “Winter” yet. “I’d rather be sailing.”
Dad
December 2, 2010 at 4:21 am
I think Frank is buried for the winter. You can’t even make the tires move; the snow is above his “crotch.” And this is just the beginning of December; it is not even “Winter” yet.
“I’d rather be sailing.”