Ever get the feeling that you're nothing but the last wrinkled apple on the tree?
You shouldn't from this picture, by the way. This tree is covered in old, wrinkled apples. They don't go to waste, though. Later on the deer will eat them, and probably proceed to get higher than a kite on fermented apple juice.
At least it gives them some entertainment.
I don't really have any decent blather in my head at the moment. I got soaked during my morning program, and I think it washed a bit of brain away. I should get back to work anyway. Sooo...
Um....
Have a bonus Bob?
Yeah, that'll do.
Thanks, Bob.
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