Saw my buddy's kid lean back and snap one right off.

Washed them out real good" is doing some heavy lifting there, my guy. Hope your cookies don't taste like pickles.

My old gym shorts became three cubes last year. the_margaret is right about enjoying the process, because my sewing is pretty bad. It took an afternoon, but I already had the fabric and a weird pride in using it up. The zippers from a broken jacket were the hardest part.

The park bench thing is a perfect example. They probably spent like two grand per bench and got mad you noticed. These mods treat any real question like you're yelling fire in a crowded theater. My local group banned a guy for posting a photo of a pothole, called it "targeted harassment" of the road. Starting your own blog is the only way to actually talk to your neighbors without some random retiree playing internet cop.