It’s an inside joke, but long-time readers deserve it. So here’t goes: one mile high dirt berm, with an (unmentioned, but still plausible) outside chance of balloon fencing!
You know, sometimes I think God is just bored, and he thinks an enjoyable way to pass the time is to reach down and give a few random titty twisters.
Which explanation sure beats the hell out of any light Darwin might shed on history.
(h/t JohninFirestone)
Some of us are wondering whether Chuck Hagel could come up with so brilliant an idea as a mile-high dirt berm. I’m not so sure he doesn’t have it in him.
That brings back fond memories of explaining angle of repose to a nitwit.
That’s why my Lay-Z-Boy is adjustable, right?