The topic for this month’s spinning guild meeting was skirting a fleece. Which answers the question, ‘The wool is off the sheep, now what?’ One of the members volunteers at a local learning farm. She brought in the fleece from the farm’s Jacob sheep after their annual shearing. To be more precise, she referred to them as a bunch of inbred knuckleheads bearing some resemblence to Jacob sheep…..
We were all invited to take some home. My bag of fleece has not made it into the house – it is sitting on my front porch. It is far too ‘ripe’ to cross the threshold. Full of shit, piss and hay.
I betcha this is what Bruce smells like after 3½ hours onstage.
still not sure what I’m talking about?
How about the magic of Scrath-n-Sniff? here’s what to do, scratch your ass and sniff your fingers.
That’s what this thing smells like.
now go and wash your hands.
Cara went to see Bruce last night, I wonder what she smells like?
purlingswine 
I knew there was a reason I never liked scratch-n-sniff!
Ewww!
Will you be wearing rubber gloves and a mask?
Wrong. Very, very wrong.
Say what you will about me, but don’t say anything about my LaPierre.
You are way to funny. Go scratch your own ass and sniff. I’ll be laughing all day Thanks
I left a comment first thing this morning and it’s gone! Now I can’t remember how funny, witty and perfect it was. Shit…er, well…OK bye.
Ok, came over today coz Carol sent me coz it’s her day ‘n’ all, and may I say eeeeeewwww… Funny, and probably very realistic, but eeeewwwww…
Great. I send people over here and you tell them to scratch and sniff. That’s just great, Ann. ;-)
Your porch must really stink! Between your “fresh wool” and that milk crate/outhouse, how do you get through the front door? LOL
“How about the magic of Scratch-n-Sniff? here’s what to do, scratch your ass and sniff your fingers.”
Thankyou. Now I have wine on my keyboard. :P
Can you Febreeze it??