Old Bitter Balls: Fingers Rock!

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Fingers Rock!

You don't appreciate until you pet an angry dog or do a bit of woodworking. Then some day you go to mine for nose gold and you don't have the right caliber of finger.

Old Knudsen

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