One of my riding neighbors did me the unfavor of leaving a pile of horseshit in the street just in front of my mailbox. Which means I cannot drive my car in front of the mailbox because to do so would beshit the tires which would, in turn, beshit my garage.
I know, I know: I can walk out to the mailbox. Or, I could get shovel and scoop up the mess. Which I will do momentarily.
In the meantime, I’ve written an entire post about horseshit. Take that, Trump!
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