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?