My uncle was a sewer man too big to fit in the catch basins, started putting on the rubber suit and climbing in em when i was ten, we would scopp em out with coffee cans and haul off in 5 gallon buckets. Ah the memories lol...
Anxiety over replanting lol...
Like touching a hot stove now lol.
Everything seems in line to support life, lets see...
Anxiety over replanting lol...
Like touching a hot stove now lol.
Everything seems in line to support life, lets see...