My friend was showing me a large hole in his front yard.
“What's that from?” I said.
“I found it this morning,” he said.
“Oh yeah? How deep do you think it goes?” I said.
“Couldn't tell you,” he said.
My friend wanted to fill the hole, but he didn't want to dig another hole in his yard to do it. We looked around and decided to use some compost from a large, unused heap they had in the lot next door.
"Those people've been gone for months," he said.
"Waste not, want not," I said.
We spent a couple of hours going back and forth with wheelbarrows full of compost that we'd shovel down into the hole.
Finally, the hole was filled, and the ground around it was no longer depressed.
I saw my friend in the grocery store about a month later.
“How’s your hole?” I said.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” he said.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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Now that one privided me with a legitmate chuckle. A tad on the vulgar side for you, though, isn't it???
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