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salt that you can SEE

0 comments | Saturday, September 20, 2008

I'd hate to be a fire ranger. Waaaaay up there. Middle of nowhere. Leave maybe every two months. Nothing around for miles.
I'd suck at that job. I'd be too distracted.
After the trip back from the city/town/gas station, with groceries in hand I'd tell myself to ration everything out. Be good!
But I'd always nosh the snacks first.
I'd eat the snacks first, then be all pissed that the fruits and vegge are all spoiled because I didn't eat them fast enough. Then all I'd be left with are cans. Can soup. Canned chili. FUCK!
I'd make a crap fire ranger because all I'd be able to think about is salty snacks. And that I still had six weeks left in the rotation.

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