A wicked line drive bounced off my head a few years ago.
Knocked me out cold.
I died yesterday.
I am just a tractor, but I’ve seen things.
I haven’t posted for a while, and I wanted to share something I have been coping with the last few weeks.
As a child I asked my Irish mother why people read obituaries.
Here’s a video of story I read at the Filet of Sole Festival in Chicago last month. Please remember that I once had hair.
My butt implants have slipped, but now I have killer calves. That’s the last time I will go to Costco for cosmetic surgery.
