Summary
Why, for God's sake, does my car have a clutch? While I'm asking why, why does nearly everything I do require walking on two healthy feet?
And what's with cactus? Why do I like cactus? Clearly, they don't like me, and they say as much with the piercing needles, tough hides and tremendous water weight.See the full content of this document
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Cactus: 1 - My Poor Ankle: 0
So why was I carrying one on Sunday afternoon, carrying it like a heavy, green, gnarly newborn baby around the narrow edge of my swimming pool with nobody home to help me when I might have been otherwise watching grown men dressed like 10-year-old boys playing baseball on T...
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