The other night we went to a lovely spot near a pond about ten minutes away for a relaxing “sundowner”. The kids were fishing while we drank our wine as the sun melted into the escarpment. But as we’re all kids at heart, we quickly chucked our maturity aside and started throwing dried cow poo at each other in a full on war. I can actually claim that I have battle wounds (literally, I have scratches all over my arms) from poop.
Aren’t I refined?
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