I wish I could find some poor, slightly disturbed and cranky old fart that lives alone out in the country with wood heat. As a flunky carpenter, and prone to blunder, I find myself again with about a quarter ton of kindling, much of it fat lighter that I have mined out of the yard. It is enough to light a fire to the whole world, and there should be limitations, maybe, about how much dangerous volatile material one man can hoard.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 12:18:02 +0000
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