Granted. Unfortunately it's not merely half a stone but a 22-foot-tall pile of stones that your crazy landscape-minded neighbor mistakenly dumped at the end of your driveway, and you realize it's going to take a 92-decible scream for either a dump truck or Superman to get you to work on time this morning.
(yeah, I know what half-a-stone you're talkin' about---something like 6 pounds. which won't buy you lunch in christopher's street anyway. )
I wish I lived in a warmer climate.
by the way, people! this has been loads of fun! my El Camino is the envy of the 'hood!
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by the way, people! this has been loads of fun! my El Camino is the envy of the 'hood!
