Randomness
By Christy On Tuesday, October 2, 2007 At 2:06 PM
We work at the College of Agriculture & Natural Resources.
Carrie wanted to have a picnic for lunch.
Christy: dials Carrie's number
Carrie: Carrie Finnie.
Christy: You're going to need to vacate the premises.
Carrie: Where are you?
Christy: At a red light outside the field house.
Carrie: To the shit pile? (she claims she didn't say the "s" word)
Christy: laughing Yes.
Carrie: I'll see you there.
The picnic table is under a tree. To our right is a parking lot. To our left is a man whi HUGE hair driving a fertilizer machine, shooting little green pellets out of the back. Carrie exclaims "He better not pellet me."
Behind us are trees. In front of us is the manure pile at the dairy farm.
Perfect place to picnic!
Carrie wanted to have a picnic for lunch.
Christy: dials Carrie's number
Carrie: Carrie Finnie.
Christy: You're going to need to vacate the premises.
Carrie: Where are you?
Christy: At a red light outside the field house.
Carrie: To the shit pile? (she claims she didn't say the "s" word)
Christy: laughing Yes.
Carrie: I'll see you there.
The picnic table is under a tree. To our right is a parking lot. To our left is a man whi HUGE hair driving a fertilizer machine, shooting little green pellets out of the back. Carrie exclaims "He better not pellet me."
Behind us are trees. In front of us is the manure pile at the dairy farm.
Perfect place to picnic!
I said manure pile for the record.
I'm afraid we have conflicting records.