I felled a tree or two in my day. Only one could have possibly hit a house though iirc.
Felled my first tree the same year I started smoking weed, fall of my 7th grade year.
My neighbor and I had definitely mutilated a few in preceding years. I took out a 24" walnut tree. Probably lucky no one was killed, but there WERE only 3 of us within 2 miles of the event. Hacked that monster down with an axe. It tipped, got snagged by surrounding trees, did a quick hula maneuver, tipped a little more, and just hung there. Loud. A little frightening (that hula spin covered about an 8 foot diam circle around the new stump). High af. Rural living providing educational experiences. Yes, we wore jorts, but they were called cutoffs.
I get Tapatalk notifications any time someone posts in any thread I have posted in. They're mostly annoying & I ignore them, but when I see unusual things, I sometimes check them out.AF says he's working on his resume & taking a nap, & that you take a lot of naps.
I pretended to misunderstand & implied that AF was referring to your resume skillz when he cited you in his post.
It was a super amazing joke that is only furthered by me being required to explain it.
We were talking the other day. He's 5th generation of his family biz. He doesn't want any of his kids to follow him, and he currently doesn't have a successor. He reckons he'll sell to a larger company. They call it funerary and memorial services now. I asked if they did mummification. He got kind of pissed. Fme. The Egyptians were the kings of "funerary and memorial". Fhim. He says it's disrespectful to call him a mortician or an undertaker, makes him sound like some antisocial ghoul. Or a pro wrestler. He's a funeral director. What, like Joss Wheddon or Steven Spielberg? Maybe Quentin Tarantino, I followed. Your like Mr. Wolf, in Pulp Fiction. He groans, starts to cuss me, then fing giggles. He tells me a a woman who "came to him" in similar condition to Marvin (after Jules accidentally removed the airtight seal on Marvin's punkin). "Suicide, she was". He starts down the path, detailing the outcomes of a distraught woman with a .380. Whoa! You fing giggled. That's exactly what a ghoul would do! He suddenly remembered he had a pizza in the oven. Is that a euphemism? After he hung up, I remember what an antisocial dude he was in junior high and high school. He called to catch up. I think he was checking on my health and family status (I have prepaid a package for my "funerary and memorial services", and those of my spouse, "if I have one". Fing antisocial beast.
Nevermind, AF. You don't need his undertaking ass to lay you out. Hire an Egyptian, get the deluxe marker, iykwim.
This was a ****ing trip, thanks for writing this out. I'm surprised a .380 took a woman's head off. Maybe he was exaggerating. Maybe he was the triggerman.